• I do not understand why it is people like me. For a while I got to a point where I started believing them and actually started feeling nice about myself. Now when I read over past emails and all of the sweet things they say, I feel confused and upset. It is almost a frustrated sort of feeling, as though I just want to shake them and say, 'what is wrong with you?' I am so uncertain of my positive qualities and focus so heavily on the negative ones. I want to go back to believing them, and looking myself in the mirror and thinking how I like my eyelids and the way the corners of my lips curl up when I smile instead of what I would change or how I do not look so pretty anymore. I suppose this is just another thing to add to my growing list of work-ons. Quote of the Day: "I have lived eighty years of life and know nothing for it, but to be resigned and tell myself that flies are born to be eaten by spiders and man to be devoured by sorrow." --Voltaire

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