I am so self-involved that I am so self-unaware so if I ever say anything that could be perceived as knowing something about anything it is probably nothing.  And if I say nothing about anything everyone knows that something is wrong but no one ever knows what that thing is and it could be anything about everything or nothing.  Can't ask me because I am too busy with myself to notice that something may be wrong with me so I go on depressed because everyone wants to know what I don't know nor care to know because I love myself too much to love myself so I full of emptiness because all I want is me to care about something besides myself.  But I can't even hear what I am saying because I am too busy talking with myself and praising everything that I hate about me.  I never even took the time to notice that I cry because i cried so long that long ago I learned to never listen to what I complain about and I go on looking at myself with lust and love wondering how ever did I get to be so lucky to be me.  If I was ever anyone else, I would never want to be someone else, I would be jealous of me because all i ever wanted was to me and I realized the day I opened my tear filled eyes dream do come true.  So I cannot quite understand why all those who concern themselves with those tears in my eyes.  Why should anyone care about me?  I ignore me because I have me to worrry about and everyone should know that out of anyone I am the most important... at least to me.