contemplativeThe funny thing is, nothing "weird" per se actually happened. In fact, it was actually a very sedate weekend. Just... it felt weird. Like, thinking too much about too much stuff that I didn't really want to think about.
Have you ever got to thinking, what's really you? The real you, not the you that acts that way because your parents told you to or people expect you to or you think people expect you to. Like, who the hell am I? Sometimes I think I have a good idea, sometimes I don't know. I usually think being compulsively nice is just a part of my personality, but what if it's just an act to get people to like me, an act I've been doing for so long that I've internalized it to the point where it's a subconscious act?
I think my brain just exploded.
Someone told me I'm the most insecure person she's ever met. I wonder if that's part of my personality too?
