Time for some deep entries
So you know how you stay worried about something for a while. Then you tell some people about it.
Then all of a sudden it all works out?
That sounds like my life right now. Then I wonder why am I not telling people earlier? Is it because I don't feel like they should know? That they will think of my differently? That I'm not worth worrying about?
Right now I am leaning at last answer and I know that that is bad. But I went to a speaker little more then a week ago, a memoir writer, and she said something that made a bunch on sense. People write about thier life to give it meaning and to make it significance. So she was advocating people to keep journals.
But I have never been able to keep a journal. I've tried but i don't get anywhere. They get written in on 2 occasions: when i have to clean my room and when I am mooning over a new boy (at least when i was younger).
Then you have this. I don't really write in it. Not compared to others. Then when I do half the time it is all shallow stuff. Nothing that really gets deep into me or my life.
So I guess I am truly convincing myself that I am not worth your time. That is a happy thought.
This is not here for pity or worry. I am currently working on a paper that is dealing with self forgiveness and I am realizing how harsh I judge myself. As well as another paper that is delving into me, my personaity and my psyche. Needless to say, it's kinda scary. And that is a story for another post: Veronica and her MMPI, Who really is she?
That's all enjoy a long post from my for once.
~V~