Hate self stabbyness moods. Ran into an old friend last night who happened to tell me they’d ran into another friend when they were over here recently. Mum had commented to me that she was surprised I hadn’t heard from this friend. I just shrugged it off. After last night I’ve got stabby at myself, I don’t know, maybe it’s not me, more likely it is. Yet another one of those moods asking questions of myself that I either don’t want to answer or can’t find the answer to.
Am I a fraud and others just haven’t caught onto the real me yet?
Wow, what a blog worthy post, full of angst and all. meh.
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