I feel like a fish that's too big for its pond, and just finding out about it.
I've decided to try out this whole rich text thing that Miss Julie loves so much.
This could spell trouble.
But in all seriousness I guess I owe whoever reads this an update. Or maybe I just feel like spilling my guts to people who could probably care less.
There are some people I care so much about and treat me like... I don't know, less. I ask simple things of people, and instead of coming out and telling them that they piss me off with their wreckless abandon, I bury it. It can't be good, poisoning my heart with such malice and discontent. I know I have a right to say something, but I also know that I am the less aggressive of the two of us, and if I do mention something I be intimidated and end up making a fool of myself.
I just can't seem to stick up for myself when they're around. I know I could be stronger than them, that they aren't really intimidating, that they see it in my eyes when they look at me and my withdrawl scares them.
So if it isn't them I'm afraid of, then what is it?
.em rof doog eb t'nac noitazilana fles siht llA