There are certain people that, if they'd found my diary and read it, would think I was the most idiotic, trivial, boy crazy whiner ever to (dis)grace the internet.

That bothers me, and I'm not sure why it should. It's the indiciation that I care what people think of me, and yes, I do. I've spent so much time feeling like I am not worth the space I use in the universe when I know that I AM worth it, and so much more. Just, can I believe it?

And then, the phone rings.