Confessions.

I am much better at expressing joy than I am at actually experiencing it.


My stress leads to leakage, and the slightest slip can trigger irrational emotional response.


I often feel lonely, despite the fact that only only a fraction of my time is spent alone.


Writing a resumé is extremely overwhelming for me; it makes me feel inadequate.


Procrastination is my work method of choice, although it never fails to exhaust me.


When loved ones say things to me that are hurtful or offensive, I tend to keep it to myself.


Sometimes I wish I wasn't as visibly emotional as I am.


Internally, I struggle with patience.


I am quite emotionally dependent on my loved ones.


I despise my selfish thoughts.


My happiness often stems from the happiness of others.


Sometimes I fear that I won't get to live in Heaven.


I think I have a bit of an inferiority complex.

I could go on for a while, but I am a sleepy bear. Time to continue my reading in Mark and then go to bed. Goodnight, loves!