If I were an animal, I would be a Siberian tiger. I love the idea of being powerful but incredibly beautiful. I wouldn't let anyone mess with me. And I'd let loved ones lean on me and use me for warmth too.

Self-Pity

I'm irrational about grammar. After so long studying it in school, it becomes second nature to cringe when someone uses it incorrectly. I could be reading an amazing book and come across terrible grammar form and be so mad.

I'm irrational about romance. I have an amazing boyfriend whom I'm in love with, yet I find all the typical romantic gestures beyond my comprehension. I watch movies and become so cynical as to the outcome. I will never believe that someone can fall in love in ten days!

I'm irrational about myself. No matter how often I do a good thing or how often I am right, I will continue to have a bad opinion about myself. I refuse to blame this on anyone but myself. I worry too much. About everything I do, if it's the slightest bit not perfect. Luckily I can keep these feelings to myself most of the time.