I am the only one who truly understands me. I mean, I've known me longer than anyone else. I've seen me at me best and me worst. I've seen me laugh and cry. I've seen me make questionable life choices and me eat Cheetos for breakfast.
It's time to stop, I suppose. I can hear myself getting a bit carried away. But honestly, it's hard to stop. I mean, who else is going to talk to me if not myself, right?