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Feb 10, 2007 16:17

I think back on the kind of person I used to be, and I look at who I am now.

On the whole, I like myself better as of present day, but I can't shake the feeling that all the people who saw me back then can't see me as who I've become. Like I have been typecast in their brains as a raving idiot, an immature little girl, an attention whore. And while at times I still slip and behave in this manner that I can't stand, it's by no means something permanent, it's not frequent. But when it does slip out, I feel self conscious and awkward and I wonder if all the people who witness it just think "There goes Casey. She'll never grow out of that, will she?"

And I realize that worrying about it is so silly, because I shouldn't be concerned with what other people think,. But as it turns out, I value the opinions of people who I consider friends. And while I'll not change to suit them, it would be rather nice to know that they think on me positively.
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