Lately

It's 7:40 and I'm eating a muffin. And drinking cold black tea.

I'm thinking.

Do people love you for your faults or do they love the things around them and try to ignore the faults?

I hope it's the first one, not the second.

*sigh*

I think I must be insane, because you know how people use sun boxes to get around seasonal depression in the winter?

Well, I think I need a snow box.

For some reason, in the summer I tend to become a little bag of insecurities and confusion.

Can I move to Alaska now? (Far away from the Palin residence).

It's pretty sad that I'm even feeling too insecure to post this.

Oh fuck it.

Why am I afraid to be myself anymore? I never hide myself. I'm ME 100%.. but I just worry that people don't like ME.