whos that? oh its you

writers talk shit.
thats the long and stort of it. successful writers engauge their audience in a way that relates the reader to the situation. when we are all in our own little heads we like to fantastize about things in our life. whether it be making a move on someone we find attractive, purchasing an item we have had our eye on or forfilling a naggin task at hand. so many fantasys, so little time. we all love escapism, the time we take to just fucking enjoy ourselves while at the same time, we arent ourselves at all. we are someone else, someone of our own making. if you read something and it doesnt capture your imagination, doesnt allow you to get involved, for you personally to feel the fantasy, then we stop reading. and thats what you have to remember. if you want to make people happy, you have to give them a bit of fantasy, a bit of fucking zaz.
get the zaz, share the zaz, get the money. interest people, show them what they want to see, but more importantly, show them what YOU want them to see. be that person you admire, think those thoughts of personal success.
i just want you to take one single moment today to think of the person you would be if you could be.
see self respect as a puzzle of a landscape. see all your earlier years as being the corner and outside parts of the puzzle , making the shape and guiding the edges. then as you get older more pieces of the puzzle come into the frame, until now, at the age you are right now, the puzzle is completed. your self respect is done, its there, its full, so you can stop worrying and forget about yourself. concentrate on other shit. your fine, you dont need any help on how to be you. self concious is a term you hear from other people, doesnt concern you.
im not preaching, im just trying to tell you to be happy with who you are today, not who you think you should be, or who you think you are going to be. the only person who can truly make you happy is you. so shut the fuck up complaining.
and breathe.