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Michelle, you're lucky! To know what you want. Or to be more sure of it than before. Me, I'm in limbo as ever. I never really know what I'm looking for, what I'm chasing. Maybe it's just some childhood fancy, my desire to see the blacks and whites of life.

My main souce of troubles comes from my terrible insecurities, I think. I mean, most of the time I try to put on a face -- you know, that I'm tough, and that the things people say don't really touch me. And the fact is. Things do touch me. And I hate it. I hate the fact that I actually care when people I don't even know or care about make comments about me that I myself know are not true. I hate that I care when someone tells me the truth. That hurts the most I guess.

Sigh. Actually. I'm back at that insecure time of month again, too. Fuck female hormones.

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Posted by Kim @ 03:53 PM PST