in which the curious girl realizes she is under glass.
Ever get that feeling that you just whine over&over again about the same shit, and the things that yr whining about are just ... stupid? I mean, not just stupid, but STUPID. So incredibly stupid, but you ask for people's advice, and you burden them with listening to the things you think are vitally important. And the truth is, they probably have more important things that they could be talking about. Things that aren't stupid. Things that aren't my problem. They're own problems. And yet I talk&talk&talk to them about all these things that are supposedly wrong with me, and they don't need it, no they don't.
Maybe Liz was right when she told me there's absolutely nothing wrong with me, I just try to convince myself there is.
All this makes me feel so guilty. I'm dumb. Because I push my measly shit on other people.
I'm sorry. So sorry.