I'm bruised and scarred.

It scares me to think people love me.
It scares me to think people even like me.
It scares me to think people want me.
It scares me to think people think about me.

Blog

I don't actually know how long I've had this blog but I doubt after all this time I am actually going to begin writing in it no matter how lovely I find the idea of having a blog. Also, I have no writing skills whatsoever, so this will just be me embarrassing myself by tring to sound intellectual. No one is even going to read this. I have Flourescent Adolescent stuck in my head but my iPod has no battery power left...