Sensitive.

I really don't know who I am right now. My suspicions that I'm constantly off somehow are confirmed by words of closest friends. Prone to sensitivity where I'm used to being scapegoat, I don't know where the usual brand of laughter went. Comments go to heart. Is it just me, or are they more frequent? Neither would surprise me. At times I feel attacked and others, I just feel like I'm taking everything the wrong way. I could consider a healthy balance, but that wouldn't seem to make much sense. I want to say I'm sorry, but I feel like I've been saying that too much lately. I feel like someone needs to share the fault. I don't know. I'm scatterbrained; what else is new. I think I just need a pat on the back and some encouragment. I think I'd like to see a smile at something I did right rather than an overdone reprimand at one of my faults. But then again, who doesn't want that.

And yet, I'm still so happy. I'm still having so much fun. I have trips and summer and four years of generally pointless schooling behind me in a matter of days. I'm constantly excited, and I smile a lot. Even though I have no idea what's happened to aspects of me lately, I'm happy. Life is always good. The sun is getting hotter everyday; it's still shining through my window and the sky is playing at nine o'clock. I'm worried about changes and ecstatic about changes. All I know is that I want the future more than anything, but first, I'd like relationships and my sensitivity (And maybe others' lack of it? I don't know) to fall back into place. Faith, I'm holding out. Live.