My significant other right now is myself, which is what happens when you suffer from multiple personality disorder and self-obsession.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I'm on the path to being someone I'm equally terrified by and obsessed with. My true self.
Who among you will love something more than you love yourself, all right?
Our own self-love draws a thick veil between us and our faults.
Science, literature, and common sense tell us that the self is a fickle thing, subject to revision in real time, and that the chasm that exists between any two people exists inside each and every one of us.
The obsessions we have are pretty much the same our whole lives. Mine are people, the human condition, life.
The core of my personality consists of many selves.
If there is anything about your 'self' of which you can be sure, it is that it is anchored in your own body and yours alone. The person you experience as 'you' is here and now and nowhere else.
Self-love is the source of all our other loves.
There are big parts of my life that I don't share. I don't share myself eating dinner with my family. I don't talk about who I'm dating. That's private; that's me.
I don't define myself. I'm just a woman in love with another woman.