i am okay with me. in fact, i like me. because i'm pretty and fun to be around. and if... someone is too dense to see that... or thinks that when i'm sad i'm a different person, and can't accept certain parts of me... well, he can bugger off. i'm sure there are plenty of people who would want me even if i'm sad sometimes. unfortunately, i don't want any of those people, i just want him. and in my eyes, he couldn't ask for anything better. too bad he seems to think there is. being honest is so completely exhausting.