The voices in my head don't like me much

[Listening to: Placebo, "Hang On To Your IQ"]

I'm...

Funny, I was about to say that I'm miserable. But that's not it. I'm bored, yes. And sick of being at home. But I'm starting to get those jitters... you know, jitters? Like, maybe going back to Bemidji won't be as fun as I was thinking it will be. Maybe it'll just suck. Maybe everyone will decide that I'm a neurotic freak and avoid me like the plague, which I might not blame them for. There are plenty of days that I'd like to get away from me, but for obvious reasons that doesn't work out too well.

I'm insecure.

This is not a surprise to me, or probably to anyone who knows me.