Title: Narcissus Random Character Author's Note: I couldn't figure out how to make an LJ cut on a comment.
I am so beautiful. Just look at me there. I could gaze at myself all day. In fact, that's all I do anymore. I'm so beautiful I bore myself. I sometimes wish I could look at something else, but I can't. I just can't. I used to have a girlfriend. She was a real sweetheart. I wanted to look worthy of her glorious presence, so I had to primp and preen a little.
But one day she just packed her bags and told me I paid more attention to myself than to her. You know the song "Cry Me a River"? Well that's nothing compared to what I did when I found her note. This was a small lake. It carried me away and I was almost lost. But then I caught sight of myself and realized that I don't need to depend on anyone to tell me of my magnificent figure.
I was so happy to realize this fact that I started kissing the tears that had proved it to me. I swallowed a few of them and became addicted to the lachrymose lake. I had to return there every day or I would die of despair. Then I decided I never wanted to leave.
And I never have. Did I mention that you're beautiful? You really are, I'm not joking. Just look in this lake, and you'll never need anything else.
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Author's Note: I couldn't figure out how to make an LJ cut on a comment.
I am so beautiful. Just look at me there. I could gaze at myself all day. In fact, that's all I do anymore. I'm so beautiful I bore myself. I sometimes wish I could look at something else, but I can't. I just can't. I used to have a girlfriend. She was a real sweetheart. I wanted to look worthy of her glorious presence, so I had to primp and preen a little.
But one day she just packed her bags and told me I paid more attention to myself than to her. You know the song "Cry Me a River"? Well that's nothing compared to what I did when I found her note. This was a small lake. It carried me away and I was almost lost. But then I caught sight of myself and realized that I don't need to depend on anyone to tell me of my magnificent figure.
I was so happy to realize this fact that I started kissing the tears that had proved it to me. I swallowed a few of them and became addicted to the lachrymose lake. I had to return there every day or I would die of despair. Then I decided I never wanted to leave.
And I never have. Did I mention that you're beautiful? You really are, I'm not joking. Just look in this lake, and you'll never need anything else.