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I can't help the way I am.

I aim for things I say to be funny. I don't generally care if they're in good taste or what have you -- I just speak.

I wonder why I talk sometimes. Why I open my mouth.

I want approval every once in a while. Not like, constant, just because approval. Or, actually, I don't need approval.

I just don't want someone telling me that I'm nothing to approve.

I'm feeling progressively sadder as the day goes by. I feel like crying...

I don't want to be a science project. I just want people to say, "Oh, that's just Jess..."

[sighs]