I wish

That I could see the value in myself that others apparently see in me.  People will tell me so many wonderful things about myself, and I just don't see it.  I only see the flaws.  

It's something I've lived with for, honestly, as long as I could remember.  It drives my perfectionism, in an unhealthy way.  

Tonight is most likely going to be a very late night or even an all-nighter.  I really don't want it to be, but it's my own fault for not being able to muster the drive to write this stupid thing earlier in the week or over the weekend or something. 

I'm both excited and apprehensive about this weekend.  All I want is to have fun.  Yet I'm terrified about something in particular.  

This entry really is not supposed to sound as emo as it does.