To my literal inner self, figuratively.

Why on earth are you so much like me? No wait, you were not like me in the past, you've changed to fit in!

By that, i am referring to your sudden new found interest in literature, in the things that i love, such as graphic design, typography, and even the way i talk and dress!

But then again, you wouldn't be a part of me if you wasn't a clone. (Bear in mind i am speaking about the FIGURAL meaning of this whole entry.)

You might argue that you're also photoshopping, and by right you can use the term 'photoshopping'. Yes, i agree you can, but why did you even REACT when i reprimanded you for being a clone? Isn't that evidence for your downright uncreative copying?

If you want to 'fit into' my life, i suggest you stop whatever you're doing.

...Because i don't like you 'that way', as a close friend, aka a part of my life.

GO GET A LIFE. (Pun intended)

I know i sound very ironic in this entry, but bear in mind, it's all figurative. (: