Someone put on some dashboard - we're feeling a little emo today.

Pathetic whiner-fest: proceed with caution.

I'm sorry for being a little emo - I'm feeling a little pointless lately. I feel weaker than usual, and I'm worn out from working, which drives me nuts since for some reason I expect myself to be invincible. I guess it drives me nuts because I have to give myself time to breathe, and then I start wondering if really cut out to be anything besides a little girl. Thus far, that's all I feel my celestial resume has to say about me. Skills are being reserved and melodramatic; has experience with Expel and Word Procrastinator.

Then I remember that I make my own destiny, and that makes me feel guilty for being so self-absorbed. But really, do I have anything worth sharing with the world? Is the world really a better place for having me in it? At the very least, I want to help other people - even when they don't want it. Maybe I'm just the type built for hard labor, like the pexiglass case that protects the shining, beautiful, and valuable things in our world.

Meh - forget it. Doesn't matter. I'm stubborn enough to decide what the story of my life will be about. I have it on good authority that it has a happy ending if I choose to accept it.