In secret.

LIGHT OF MY LIFE, FIRE OF MY LOINS

Insecurities Friday, September 6, 2013 at 7:11 PM

My awkwardness.
My body.
My inability to play sports that involve a ball.
The fact that I can't dance.
That I'm not pretty, just plain.
My writing.
Who I am when associated with my father.
Not being on top of my class academically.
My intellect.
Knowing a lot are better than me in everything I do.
Being unimportant/undervalued.
Not being able to rise up to these insecurities no matter how hard I try (or if I'm trying at all)
Not having that quality of being able to irrevocably draw people in.
Not knowing how to be confident.
Seeing all wrong.
Being needy, i.e. of constant reassurance.
My lack of knowledge in most things involving social interaction.
Not embracing my introverted ways.
Being inadequate. Never enough.

“In most books, the I, or first person, is omitted; in this it will be retained; that, in respect to egotism, is the main difference. We commonly do not remember that it is, after all, always the first person that is speaking. I should not talk so much about myself if there were anybody else whom I knew as well. Unfortunately, I am confined to this theme by the narrowness of my experience. Moreover, I, on my side, require of every writer, first or last, a simple and sincere account of his own life, and not merely what he has heard of other men's lives; some such account as he would send to his kindred from a distant land; for if he has lived sincerely, it must have been in a distant land to me. Perhaps these pages are more particularly addressed to poor students. As for the rest of my readers, they will accept such portions as apply to them. I trust that none will stretch the seams in putting on the coat, for it may do good service to him whom it fits.”

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