There go those damn expectations.
I forgot to keep them low. Shame on me.

It's been a pretty blah day. I've heard from more than one person what a horrible person I am- well, not horrible, but you know what I mean. Might as well. These are people whose opinions matter to me, but I can't possibly bring myself to just act like my usual self when I'm too worried about what they think. I mean, if I get criticized (I'm talking about even the light and playful criticism here) for merely talking, think of all the shit I'll get for doing the kind of eccentric stuff I do around people who I know approve of me!

"Forget what they think!" you say. Easier said than done, I say.

Fuck. How does it happen that the people you enjoy most you find the hardest to be enjoyable around?

Perhaps I don't enjoy them as much as I think I do. How can I, when I'm so uncomfortable? Was I ever not?

You think you crossed the fine line in the sand, but it seems you returned. Never sure, am I?