Sometimes, I find myself so mean that I don’t seem to know myself anymore.

Sometimes, I wonder if the mean streak’s an act of internal struggle among my multiple selves.

At times like this, I spot myself in a selective and exclusive mood, where I just want to spend time with me, myself and I.

Cos only when I do that, I get to explore the possibilities, indulging in the freedom and those fleeting moments in my mind. As i allow the selves to fight it out, hopefully figuring out what is it i truely want.