I was thinking that if anyone knows who I am, I would hope that they would tell me so that I would stop posting these quite naked things about my life. Like the obsession with porn, you say? Yeah, specifically that. But y'all know, I'm just kidding. I don't have an obsession with porn. I really don't know where that mysterious charge on my credit card bill every month comes from...But seriously. I don't have a problem with porn.

So I'm contemplating whether or not to use this for my journal, or if I should create a seperate one. I'm not sure. All I know is that there is no reason for me to still be up at almost 3am. But I sure do like the sound of myself typing.

I was crying earlier today because of what my mom told me about my uncle saying. That it's obvious that I don't have a lot of confidence and don't sell myself. That just totally freaked me out. I wonder why. I just hate this industry. It's so bullshit. And then John called and I didn't want to talk to him because it was obvious that I had just been crying. Maybe I just need to get out of this town. It makes me unhappy. But then again, I probably have the ability to be unhappy anywhere.