contemplativeI wonder how many people really have a true sense of who I am. Not many, I'd guess, and it's probably my own fault...I unconsciously create a social self that may or may not truly reflect how I really feel. I think the fewer people I'm interacting with, the truer I am.
I'm a little disturbed and saddened by that. I don't want to deliberately make myself lonely. I think that there's just parts of myself that I really love, but don't often share because a) I don't want to explain them, or b) I'm afraid other people won't think much of them, and therefore I'll see them as having faults. I really need to work on that. I need to care less about what others think of me (I've always had that problem). Advice welcome.
Also, mom made me a belated crazy cake (homemade chocolate, but not as sickly-sweet and rich as store cake) with rainbow chip frosting. I AM THE QUEEN OF EVERYTHING.
And now...jammies.
