confessions

i have some confessions to make.

im 26 years old and i am more stubborn than is worldly good for me. i am still afraid of the dark and of spiders. i hate ignorance. i think there is too much seriousness in the world and not enough play. when i get scared i flee (figuratively or literally) unless i get cornered and then i fight like muhamed ali. i like to argue but i hate fights. i transpose numbers. when i get overwhelmed with my life and the world i become a hermit or i throw a tantrum without knowing why. though i try to play it cool i am one of the biggest drama queens i know. i despise anything frilly and girlie but love wearing tutus and pointe shoes. i love being able to help people and make them feel better. i love the fact that my life is stupendously better than its ever been. and yet i still find fault with it and with myself. im happier than i think ive ever been and yet im still not happy. and last but not least i spend a good 60% or more of my time daydreaming and my la-la land is beautiful.