I feel so…disappointed in myself right now. Maybe those aren’t the words. I feel like I should be more than who I am. Like I get caught in a blatant act of shallowness.

Part of me will always be insecure. I was never this way until I went on The Real World. Reality TV makes people celebrities faster than anything else in the entertainment industry. Bands and actors pay their dues, we showed up to a casting call. Some of us went on the Real World, other’s shipped off to an island, and then a guy became a not-millionaire.

It’s hard not to be confused by other’s images of success. I am happy. Very happy. I have wonderful friends. I love what I do. I am financially established. I am healthy. What’s missing? Nothing.

I am getting to the “weird age” for being single. Not everyone is single anymore.

This is a time of transition in my life. I don’t know what I am transitioning to, and I can’t imagine it’s a bad destination. I don’t know…