Is this the place where I get to bitch and moan?

I hate when people assume things about me. I hate the idea of people talking about me when I'm not there, it really freaks me out. I live a very uneventful life, so rumours about me? yeah, no. I used to have the mother of all inferiority complexes. Someone would merely look at me and I'd literally want to die because I was sure they were thinking all kinds of stuff about me. I'm all nice and sane, now, can you please refrain from taking me back to that miserable period in my life?
*sigh*

I think Papa liked his birthday gift! I'm very glad. I gave him tickets to go see a very well-known comedian and a nice card in which I wrote a tiny sad poem that went like this:

Spending one's whole life building bridges
In hopes that others shall cross them
Silence gathers and weights heavily
Upon the hearts of those who love too much

I just couldn't have writen something nice and cheery and I tried not to write something too complicated either, because my Papa was never the most literate of men. Just a little something to let him know that I know I'm not always the daughter he deserves to have. :)