You'd Think It'd Be Easy

You're thinking to yourselves it must be so east to be Rachael. She's so self-involved what concerns could she possibly have? All she thinks about about is herself what a cinch. You imagine I don't have sleepless nights worrying about Tsunami victims, global warming, or whatever else might be going on outside of my apartment. Well, I'm here to write that it's not easy at all to be this totally self-involved. My lack of acknowledgement that other people and things exist leaves no one to blame for my pain but me. You all can blame your parents for why you're so fucked up. I can't. I don't even remember who my parents are.All day long and into the wee hours of the night I berrate myself for all my mistakes. I can't remember the last time I slept. If I fall asleep, I stop thinking about myself and I can't have that.

I once fell 3 stories out an apartment window. A normal, well-adjusted person would blame Newton and/or his law of gravity. In my self involved world, I don't even know who the hell Newton is. If he had asked me out on a date or could book me for a paying gig I might notice him, but since that never happened it might as well be he hasn't happened. And gravity. I have no idea. If gravity could clear up my complexion maybe I'd embrace the notion or get my hair to unfrizz, but...

I have no idea who any celebrities nor do I know anything about there lives, like who's doing heroin or who's sleeping with the Dali Llama. Because I don't know, I can't make small talk and if I can't make small talk I can't get anyone to listen when I speak on the subject of me. It's a sick cyclical cycle.

So no, my loyal readers and those of you who have googled "nuruto porn" it's far from easy to be completely wrapped up in yourself.