Realisation.

I realised I like myself w long hair.
I'm really good at acting busy at work.
I am broke because I keep losing money.
But I'm happy still.
I realised I'm always misunderstood.
I do not have a guilty conscience.
I am always bothered by unimportant stuff.
And am blinded.
I realised I have a lot of great friends/people around me.
I am sure they are worth my attention/effort/time.
They don't judge me.
They love me for me.
I realised I club too much.
And I laugh too much.
I cry too much.
I fret over nothing.
And I realised it's time to stop.

Tsk. It's not worth it... anymore.
Am I right, Wilson?