Clear Ends

I just realized last night that I am the owner of my work and i shall post it even if it doesn't suit myself anymore.

Now I'm left feeling like i finally can really function, no more false hopelessness nor contempt towards people, who are not under any circumstance, lower-status individuals against my mediocre mind.

yes, i do sound arrogant-
yes, maybe i am a narcissistic, arrogant, stuck up prick.

who cares? isn't that the stereotype artist follows these days?

actually, I'm angry and resented towards my body- (equal and higher-status individuals according to Robert C. Solomon*) -I don't understand what's left for me to do so I can really change who I am.

but sometimes I don't really need to change myself and sometimes I will feel like I am enough because that's what my dumb personality allows my mind.

in conclusion:
From now on I won't think as much about posting. I will post as I write.
I won't care is not a masterpiece, I will just be as I please.

after all i'm Mal, I'm Paz, I'm a Ghost; pleased to please you.

*: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Contempt