An open letter to all my readers:

You might be surprised at how much people might like you if they really knew you. You might be more surprised if you know how many people were really like you. I'm forever asking "If people really knew me, would they even like me?" and I'm forever finding out that the people who actually know me best (including all the crap) are the ones who love me most.

Strange.

And I've never felt like I'm a part of things, but maybe that's ok. maybe it's because I was made for more than this, that I'm just trying to self medicate, even through good channels (like friendships, exercise, and other good and proper pursuits). I am an alien and a stranger here; I wonder who said that first...