Cause if I can't see you, then you can't see me.
Paper Bag - Anna Nalick

Starting these things is always hard. Where to start, Where to start. There is a weird assumption that because this is on the internet that it might/will be read. Not that I find myself to be interesting enough to be read-worthy - however, anything is possible I suppose. Therefore I should share something. Share something that allows you to know me, and I think that this is where my problems may lie. In the incredible fear of allowing someone to know me. If I can convince myself that no one really knows me, then their rejection and their dislike doesn't mean anything. Really letting someone in is the hard part.

I like to think that we are all like this is some way. That some people are optimisitic and their hearts are more rubbery so they can take more chances. I'm not. I'm somewhat jaded and I'm fairly convinced that my heart is very glass-like. Just how strong the glass is, I'm not quite sure. I've been been broken once and cracked a number of times since. I'm wondering if the glass gets stronger or weaker with every break? I'm hoping the former. But I'm also thinking that it's likely not that easy.