It might not be my fault. Who cares? I think I have to slow things down a bit. I think I am dangerously close to getting ahead of myself. I am defining things not by what I know is true, but by my perception of the truth (which is shaped partially by self indulging insecurities). I hate this feeling. Hopefully I can learn how to control it and not let it affect my important relationships. I just have to learn the hard way, I guess.
I just wish I knew how other people felt about me sometimes. I guess that'd be way too convenient, but I hope that the people I love know they are loved. And that I don't mean the shitty things I do and say. I don't mean to question them.
Oh, Alex is home. Thank you. I'm off, then.
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