I feel really silly most of the time. I feel like the things I think and the things I feel are not important because everyone thinks and feels them, but maybe everyone does not. I am nervous all the time. I cannot help it. My palms sweat and my heart flutters around like a canary in a cage way too small. Well every cage is way too small for a bird because birds should have the whole world, but this canary does not. Canary is really cliche, but I am no bird expert; I kind of wish I was some kind of bird expert. Sometimes I want to tell you the things I think about you, but I am too scared so I do not. I wonder if there are things you do not tell me because you are too scared. Then I feel silly again for thinking that you are too scared to tell me things you think about me. Full circle.