Winded.

I feel sad.
But it's super, super lame.
Because I don't have much to be sad about.

My life is fab.
Ghetto-fab, even.

I feel sick.
I need to see a doctor.
But doctors scare me.
Because I'm stupid.

I'm actually not full of self-loathing.
My blog just gives off that vibe.
I actually love myself and think I'm funnier than most people do.
Or something.

I am small.