TIIIRED. Can’t sleep. Excited, nervous… weirdly sad. Phil has gone to bed. He says he hates me doing this shift.. by the time I get in he’s sleepy. And I’m awakish. Like my smeary make up? It appears to be my new tumblr look.
Next week will be a huge improvement.
Don’t you hate self consciousness/lack of self confidence? People I know seem to not realise I am almost cripplingly shy, and don’t see it’s all a front. No one out there is confident, even the loudest most self assured people.. they are the ones that care most what you think.
It’s a weird feeling when you know you’re great at something, but at the same time racked with self doubt just because you aren’t very nice to yourself.
It’s almost impossible to explain. I am rambling most likely through stream of consciousness and girlish strangeness.
How whimsical. I miss some of my friends. Please all move back to this area and not just appear once every month or so.
Phil said some cute things tonight. Blushblush. Keeps my little heart smiling. Now time to read a bit. And hopefully sleep. Worst entry ever sorry.
