I've decided; I've decided I won't be perfect. I was going to be, but how boring would that be? Incredibly... It's funny that most people find me charming, funny, and generally a good person, in-person. What they don't know? Well, they don't know I go home at night, beat myself up for all my short comings, and pretend to blog about being "strong". I think to freaking much. It's way too early for all this thinking.