I find myself wishing I was interesting. As many interesting things I do, or appear to do, I never feel like it's enough. I've been following this blog of a girl that, simply put, I wish I was. She is adorable and funny and interesting. When did being myself stop being good enough? I don't know where to go from here. I'm not at rock-bottom, but I'm not close to the top. I'm spinning in a daze of light blue sparkles with no clue as to which direction to move in.