Recently, I've come to realize just how very complex of a person I am. I always knew that everyone had their inner conflicts and struggles, but it wasn't until I had a period of health imposed isolation which gave me time to sort some things out, that I realized just how complex and confusing I must seem to some people. One minute I'll be the happy go lucky girl that I so typically am, and the next my spirit will plummet into the depths of wonder and curiosity which often causes me to look at the world through coldly stoic eyes.

I'm not one of those secluded people who like to do nothing but look at how horrible the entire world is. I've got a lot of friends and I go out every weekend, if not more, granted I'm feeling well. I like to laugh, and smile, and I'm well known for being the jokester of the bunch. I've continuously got a smile on my face, and if I don't then I'm ready and waiting with an abundance of them.

Not many people have seen me when I'm in my reflective and somber mood, but there are a few. I feel most vulnerable when I'm in this kind of mood because I have a perpetual fear that my thoughts, comments, and reflections will get turned around and used against me somehow. Don't get me wrong, usually they're not that bad, but then again we all have our times when everything seems very dreary and hopeless, and this is just a side of me that I tend to keep to myself.

All in all...