The Title that Never Was

Nothing is jumping out as a name for today's post
so it is what it is.

Sometimes I just hate the way my mind works.

Someone says something or writes something and I almost feel like it is directed at me.
And intellectually I know it's not.

I really hate that I still have insecurity issues.

Other times I know it isn't directed at me, but apparently someone else believes it is directed at them.

So in all cases, it may be or it may be not.(may not be? whatever)

Maybe to a certain extent we all have a bit of insecurity.

I know, just when I think I have mastered my self esteem "issues"
one tiny little thing seems to bring it all back.

With that comes the feelings that no one really gives a crap what is going on with me and so I don't tell anyone.

Right now, I am at that place again and I hate it.

One day I will snap out of it and be fine for quite a while. I won't care what any one says about me or that they never acknowledge me.
I'll be happy being me.