Corn Nuts

I hate talking about myself. Love thinking about myself, peering inside. But voicing what I find in there really, really scares me.

I'm afraid that there is a disconnect between the way others perceive me and the way I perceive myself. Even though overcoming insecurity is a daily struggle, and Satan tells me lies that make me feel quite low at times, I am still left with the fear that somehow I will think better of myself than others do.

Plus I worry people will just think I'm crazy for thinking so much.

I would challenge myself, practice if I could. But there also seems to be a shortage of those daring and interested enough to even attempt a dive into my innermost parts.

And it's not just me..in general don't we seem to just love the surface, the shallow end. I think we're all a little afraid of what's down there.

I'm just waiting for someone courageous enough to pound through the walls to discover the me that's behind them..

Yeeeee, and sometimes I am so annoyingly cliché.

I LOVE BEING CORNY <3