Fridays are busy and melancholy. Full of stress and endings. I'm not sure why people say that their favorite day of the week is friday, because to me, it sucks. My usual day is filled with conversation and company here at college, and today I think I had about 8 conversations all day. Everyone seemed preoccupied I guess, and I was left alone. I think it's a good lesson for me to learn, that I'm still learning, that I don't need the approval of others - I need to approve of myself. Confidence hasn't been a problem so much as my constant desires to keep talking to others and letting them into my life. I let as many people as I can possibly talk to into my life, because I'm so open. But on days like these it's not fun to be aware of much I've let go on. Maybe it's just a part of who I am that I can't change, maybe I'm bound to be vulnerable for the rest of my life.