Who am I?

I don;t even know that myself.

When I was younger I wanted to be beautiful, Sophisticated, clever and independant.

I wanted to be a teacher or a nurse, I wanted to look after others, I can't even look after myself.

I act younger, I feel younger, but I can only get on with people 5 years my senior, but I bore them, I'm too childish for them.

I want to be attractive, and to make friends so easily, but I lack all confidence.

I am not the woman I wanted to grow up to be. I'm still the little girl who's life is going no where.

My new fear.

Today, I developed a fear of these things. Having one stare at you, is quite unerving, and having almost stepped on one, and it 'looking at you' is sinister....