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I'm not too sure what was going on with that one. Well I do know, and in all honesty, I'm not sure why I did what I did, and do what I do. No matter how much I make fun of those kids, and say I don't understand who would want to be like them, it's me.
It hit me like a brick when I realized how uncomfortable I am with myself. I don't like it when people make assumptions about me. I don't like it when they say things that they know nothing about. I get offended easily, and I want to stand up for myself, but I just don't have any guts. I should be open and accepting of their thoughts, beliefs, and opions. I should be open to criticism, but I can't. I take every little thing as an insult. It's not good. I should love how God made me, but I'm not sure I am. My personality jumps up and down like a yo-yo. And the sad thing is I'm really happy. I have the best friend in the world. I'm fortunate to have a family who is still here and alive. And I'm alive. I'm not sick. I'm not at risk of being bombed or murdered. My country is at war, but what am I doing? Nothing. I'm sitting here in the comfort of my home for the holidays.

So what's my problem?

That's a good question.

I think it's come down to the fact that I just think too much about everything. Nothing is simple. And it's my own fault.

I'm just hoping and waiting for it all to pass, and maybe I can go back to seeing how lucky I am and quit my whining once and for all.