And the clouds break apart...

So I'm lying in bed today, stressing out over everything that my future beholds for me.
I got scared, as usual, about pretty much everything.
Being unsuccessful.
Never get out of debt.
Never having my dreams come true.

I even thought about it analytically.
I thought about how people like me never really do what they want until they finally die.
I thought about why people tend to make me feel inferior to them.
I thought about why I am so misunderstood.
I thought about how all this thinking was probably the reason I've been so sick lately.

Then, the most wonderful thing happened.
I discovered the truth behind all of it.
I found out that I can really lead a really happy life.
The answer was right in front of me the entire fucking time too.

I said to myself:
"Jeremy.... You take yourself way too fucking seriously."
And then things started to finally making sense.
Everything.
I now know why I couldn't get up to give a speech about myself in communications class.
I now know why nobody understands me.
I now know why I misundertood myself all this time.

I have been taking me and my life way too seriously.
And I haven't been telling the people I meet not to take me so seriously.
I mean, Breanna was probably the first person I could actually come out and tell not to take me seriously.
Because she makes me feel so comfortable with myself.

So from now on, whenever I get depressed, I just need to realize that I'm not being goofy enough.
And I need people to know that I am not a serious person as soon as they meet me.
Because if they understood that I'm not serious in the first place, they will understand that all the offensive shit I say is just for shits and giggles.

I'm so fucking happy that I finally came to this realization.
Dingle-hopper!