I can't help admitting that most of the time I love my life. It's hard to go from angst ridden person to someone who's sorted everything out. I've worked very hard to make myself into someone I like. sometimes, though, I don't know how to be comfortable. I'm so used to being unsure, self-conscious, angry, that a comfortable life is almost enough to drive me over the edge. Maybe I'm not so stable. Fuck it. Whatever.
