Lately I've been feeling too big for my own head. Like, it's as if if I think too much my whole body's going to implode with the sheer weight of all my emotions. I'll start writing and pour my thoughts and soul into it and then I go back and read and I get scared, because I wonder "Man, is that REALLY what I think? That's horrible, and selfish..." If Lily the character goes on with a speech, her speech is never who I am, or atleast thought I was, until maybe just recently when I realized that who I was is not who at first I thought I was, and the person I thought I was never existed at all? I can't possibly not care about the people around me like I say, because I do, I really do, and maybe I just don't get enough sleep. Am I making sense?!?!?!?!?!?!? It seems I'm the ONLY ONE who feels like this. Except for in books. But I don't live in a book. If I had to live in a book, though, I'd live in The Universe of The Four Gods. Because Nuriko is there. I wish I had a Nuriko. In other news, I completed and turned in one of those compatibility test things for school. Where you fill out a personality test and stuff and turn it in and they match you with someone else, or something-- Why do I always set myself up for failure, and then get mad? I mean, If I know i'm going to fail, I shouldn't get mad, I should just shut the hell up.