I'm so seemingly horrible at confronting myself and my own problems, but when it comes to confronting other people and their problems, I'm kind of good at that. I find it ironic how I expect to help others when I can't help myself the majority of the time. I don't exactly know what it is that scares me so much. Maybe it's being let down again, or unfairly treated, or simply feeling like I'm worth less than a scrap of dirt; I don't think it really matters which of these is the culprit. It's such a shame, I've been working quite hard to be the generally happy person I am today, but there's still this one stone in my shoe that I can't seem to shake out. I guess I'm tired after all the hard work I've put in so far, and I haven't quite got the expected result - oh, what is the expected result exactly? A part of me wants to ask for help, but another part says everybody else has a lot on their plate right now without your whining for an answer to something so obvious.