tanaise | Mundane plus stress

I'm so dysfunctional. I went for a walk and ice cream today, and I was talking alot about stuff--life and all that, and I don't get how I can be this dysfunctional. I obsess over the stupidest things. I'm totally and completely hooked on this song right now--Lifehouse, "Breathing" I have listened to it for at least, oh, 6? 8? hours each of the past three days. I'm hyperworried about my story, and I'm just so damn sure I suck. Here's the question of the day: Do I write because I'm insecure, or am I insecure because I write?

I'm going to take a shower, shave my legs, and hope laundry faries come and take care of everything for me while I'm showering. It's not like it's that big of a deal, I just don't want to do it.