I'll warn you now that this blog isn't going to be cohesive, or witty, or fun.
I'm one of those sensitive people that take everything to heart. I have a poor self image. I cry at the drop of a hat.
And I hate that I'm this way.
My mom insists that its a good thing - feeling this deeply means you can love, care, and sympathize more deeply.
But mostly I just think it sucks.
Especially when the people around you just don't get it, don't get how their actions can ruin your whole day.
I had a brief moment of triumph last night - I went Julia Sugarbaker on a salesman and it felt good.
Its amazing how quickly I went from being strong and confident to a pathetic pile of insecurity.
So now I just wanna crawl back in bed.