I sit on the fringes, silently watching others laugh and cry and play and dance and send notes to each other. I tell myself I am above it all, without need for human companionship or interaction, yet... I keep returning to read more.

I wonder why.

Maybe I am insecure and afraid of rejection much more than I care to admit or realize and I play nonchalant, irreverent, aloof in a vain attempt to hide the self-doubt and feelings of uncertainty about my worth to anyone.

What have I got to offer?

Words.