An Analysis: On Myself

Every day when it's nearing the end of English class and I note that the clock says "3:10," I am filled with dread. Wallowing in it. It's everywhere! Why don't I like my bus?

Conversation with people, communication, all of that just plain old isn't my forte. I would be beyond SCREWED [substitute with another word to get my true thoughts] if Kayla wasn't in my class, because I'm so damn afraid of people! Afraid to the point that talking to someone new, and even doing a simple task like posting on their wall on Facebooks, takes me days and sometimes weeks to gain the courage to do.

No, I don't expect people to like me. I know not everyone will like me. And in all honesty... I'm not at school to be popular or find true love or to have fun. I consider this building and everything to do with it, serious business. I've got Chris. As long as I keep my grades up and I've still got my Chris, life actually seems pretty good.

Because my main goal is to get out of Minnesota.
Away from the people who know me besides Chris; Maybe start out a new social life on a clean slate.

If someone bothers you, tell them. Yes, if everyone followed that philosophy, the world would rock. And yet it doesn't work out that way, and I've heard things that people have said about me before that I'd me more than happy to fix. I'd go out of my way to try to fix myself, for them, if it would make their sorry ass happy.

Yep.