i now know my fatal flaw

I think that I’m completely perfect. That isn’t… really my fatal flaw, since I’ve had that belief for so long that it’s a part of my identity. Despite that belief, I can still accept that I’ve been a complete bitch in the past and I can still take criticism. Me being flawed doesn’t mean I’m not perfect. Also, who even says what’s ‘perfect’? 

My biggest flaw is somewhat connected to that, though. Due to the fact that I am so completely infatuated with myself that I don’t care for others. I do still have empathy for others and I try not to hurt them, yes, but my inner world is still so large that I can’t care about people in the way people expect me to, or in the way that I should. 

If I think that something is bad, I’ll say it’s bad. If I don’t want to do something for someone, I won’t do it. I only care about myself because I’m so infatuated with myself. I do think about these things, and I don’t exactly like tbis part of myself, but yesterday I realised how people must see me because of it. I’ll try to get better with it, as I don’t like being seen as mean, and I fear that that may be how I am seen by people who can’t see the magnificence of my mind; maybe it isn’t so magnificent and I’m a fucking loser. Unlikely, since everyone I’ve met — even if they hate me — can admit that I’m incredibly interesting and talented. 

I don’t have hope in myself, but for people to see how cool I am I need to be nicer to them. To be fair I don’t exactly care about others and I don’t need their opinion often, nor do I need their attention often because I simply don’t like them, but I’ll try anyways. I don’t like being mean, but I fear my neurodivergence makes me act in ways that make me absolutely HORRID to know. i am self love pony. ok bye.