i walk around like i own the world. Im strong willed, intimdating to those who dont know me....and yet if u saw a picture of my insides...my heart is a frail leaf, holding onto a branch by one small and withering string. Everything i do seems to be wrong to someone...And i care sooo much what people think. i dont know why, but i do....i literally base my emotions and my life around the things people say to me and they way they percieve me. I get , "ur mean" alot...because of my insulting personality, but i swear i never tryy to be mean...and it kills me when people say that because thats not my intentions...sometimes i wish i could switch places with my friend Joanie who has everything going for her...shes pretty, shes very personable...she has all the friends in the world...and then theres me...who has one friend...isnt considered pretty by anyones standards...makes fun of others to make myself feel better....im hopeless....