I’m unsure of myself.  Especially when it comes to writing about me. It’s because of the constant introspection. It’s narcassitic, isn’t it? I ask myself that too. I’m capable of asking myself the stupidest of questions (Where is my car? You’re IN YOUR CAR!) and generally these questions are out loud to my peers.

I overthink things a lot. I’m a mess most of the time.  I worry too much about what other people think about me. I eat poorly. I’m incapable of telling a simple punchline joke at a party.  I stopped watching television and much to my dismay, feel out of touch.

I’m pretty sure that I don’t love taking photos. I love seeing the results of photos.