As much as I would have liked to not believe it before, it is no longer possible to neglect it.
All of life is a popularity contest. So…? Suck up to everyone?
I really wish I had one thing that I was really good at. I guess I shouldn’t complain, but sometimes I feel like I’m almost too rounded. I would have liked to have been the artistic kid, or the actor, or the mathematics god.
Now I feel self-absorbed, so to make up: I love the world?