Dear World,

I'M INSECURE.

Maybe you already knew that.  I know some of you did.  

I'm tired of worrying about every little thing that anyone says.  I'm tired of doing a mental facepalm/headdesk/headshake every five seconds at my own stupidity. 

Maybe I have no reason to worry.

Maybe I'm the definition of perfection.

Maybe I'm actually a cool kid who people look up to.

Maybe people like my clothes,

think my hair is pretty,

admire the unique tint to my eyes,

think my freckles are cute,

wish they were more like me.

Wouldn't that be nice?

Unfortunately...

 I'm Coree.

I'm insanely awkward,

far too clingy,

immature,

plain,

unmotivated,

selfish,

lazy,

unspiritual,

my clothes are plain and few,

my hair is gross,

my eyes are plain brown half the time,

my freckles are faded,

and I am not someone taken seriously.

Some of those things you might argue to be false if you're feeling generous.  However, even if they aren't true, that's how I feel.  I could have the most stunning wardrobe ever but I'd still feel like I was wearing an awkward homeschooler's outfit.  I could have the strongest testimony ever, no fear of sharing the gospel with the world, and I would still feel like a Child of Hell spawned from Satan.  I could have the shiniest, bounciest hair ever and I'd still feel like I had rats nesting atop of my head. 

And you know what?

It's driving me crazy.