Mission failure...

Today is the day of my introductory speech about who I am.
I stayed up all night trying to prepare it.
I prepared nothing.
I am not doing my speech today.
I am a pansy-ass for spazzing out like this.

I can tell it's been a long night simply by looking at my room.
It's a wreck.
My computer is surrounded by a militia of empty Dr. Pepper cans.
The caffeine did not help me last night / this morning.

I about broke myself down to tears today.
I am in realization that I do not know who I am.
I feel like I am stuck in a web, waiting to be eaten.
I think I need a more profound social network.
I think I am too introverted to have a personality.
Plus, my open mind might be too open.
I cannot even pinpoint who I am in a 3- to 5-minute speech.

I am thinking about finding some help.
The university offers free counseling.
My friend Meg (who I still have yet to meet personally) told me that the counseling center has a pretty good set up.

Even though I have decided to not give my speech today, I got dressed up for the occassion.
But I think I did so in order to go out tonight.
Hopefully, things turn around real soon.
I can't wait to feel happy again.

And that's my crumpled piece of paper for you.