Getting to the root of it all.

I think the underlying problem that has been making me so unhappy is this: That I'm what everyone hates to be. One of those muggers who's only good for regurgitation and not thinking on the spot. One of those babbling babies who can't handle the stress of real problems. One of those average janes that try to act cooler and smarter than they really are. One of those socially awkward losers who can't hold conversations and can't make friends.

Even though I've known this all my life, it's been kept locked up at the back of my head, in the hope that what i don't think about won't be the truth. But, as it turns out, and as it has always been, the truth always has a way of coming to light. And the truth always hurts.