I used to be a pro at the introspective, self-evaluating blogs.
After the weekend I've had, I've realized that though they were melodramatic and stupid at times, they were therapeutic.
I seem to get caught up in the routine, in the self-deprecation, in the pain. I push people away. I want to be an island. Surely, that means I love myself right? If I don't want to see anyone else and would be perfectly happy alone, that means I am a super confident island.
I like myself enough to spend time with myself. That's new and nice, but it's not enough. Where is my confidence when things go wrong? When the plan fails. And believe me, I've learned enough in the last 3 years to know that the plan rarely ever goes according. You see, I go...[read more]