More fancies of glory from myself. My composing is mundane, my reality see is illogical.

Most importantly, however, I see through the constant self-aggrandising how exhausting and sub optimal I am.

In the event that “Zevenarism” notices the act of New Year’s goals, maybe I can help myself out by making plans to be less unendurable.

I have no clue about what that would involve, yet it may take care of me.

The lone thing I know for certain is that I need to quit being so affected.

Furthermore, quit being so hopeless about everything.

Being me is intense.

It’s a ton of difficult work, and I’m simply not awesome at it.

It’s difficult to be the assortment of the whole universe.