Mafia

The other me. . . I kind of feel split as of lately, but not like just in two as in a billion pieces theres happy me and game me, and the me that has no self confidence, theres me that wants everything to go well, me that cares only for life, a me that pops up every living vertebrate I see, theres day dreaming me, that remembers really odd other daydreams as I daydream but the moment I'm out of it, all the thoughts drift away, there's a me that misses Diedre more than anything, and a me thats wants to make her wait longer, since she seems so intent on how much I suck with out ever really saying that.

Theres me that wants to do service and me that smiles at hard work, theres a me that knows I"M gonna fail and doesn't care, and then there's one that does care, there's me that spiteful of everyone and everything, then there's a me that loves everyone and would rather die than make anyone frown, theres me that wants to argue a point and me that wants the arguing to stop, theres a me that really doesn't want to write this, and a me that doesn't car.
Me and Matt are about to go hunting and our hit list is down to two members.