self-conscious

sometimes i think of those people that make me feel socially awkward--the ones that point out all my most humiliating qualities. thinking of them usually irritates me; oftentimes i wouldn't mind approaching them and screaming "fuck you" to their faces for toying with my self-consciousness.

but maybe i do those things because...well...they're just a part of me. like all those times when i keep shifting my eyes and can't look straight when i'm walking down the street because i feel like everyone's watching me, judging my appearance...maybe that's who i am.

well, i know that that looks weird. and i don't want to look weird anymore...so stop reminding me of it. oh, and fuck you.

(this blog's turning into a personal journal. i don't know whether or not that's a good thing.)