Go Ahead and Ask Me

....and then the letdown

So am I a naturally happy person with extended sad phases?

Or a naturally depressed person who stays happy for weeks at a time?

I really couldn't tell you sometimes.

Everything that I was ever sure of was questioned tonight. I've begun that stupid awkward teenager thing where you say, "Who am I?"

And no one answers.

The things you're sure about get holes shot in them. You question everything from the quality of your character, to your ability at life, to whether or not your brother really loves you.

And then, when you write stupid entries like this one, you might start to cry.

Tonight was a tough nite at work.

To be mildly poetic and tragic:

I feel as though,
based on my self-worth
at auction I'd
be found in the
freebie box

//tragic stupidity.

i just wish that i was slightly less imperfect.