May 17, 2006 17:38
s this is guilt trip? No, I certainly don't mean it to be. Is this me crying out for people to hang out with me? Definitely not. I'd be resentful if people started asking me places now. Isn't that wonderfully mixed up? I think too much, and things that I don't understand, I can't let go. I dwell on it. No, I brood about it. It's a dark mood, but I'm not unhappy or feeling lonely. It's ok.
This isn't about any single person or group. There's a reason that I've always been on the outside of every in crowd. And I don't know it. And I have a very burning need to know everything about myself and others. There's no passing off things as "just because." Perhaps that's it? I'm so introverted that not much can be gleaned from me, therefore I am unapproachable.
Do I take myself too seriously? Oh, but of course!