Hi, my name is Alex.

I'm a sophomore at West Chester University.

I'm a business major with an actual passion for journalism.

But I know you don't care about that.

I know you'll forget about that by tomorrow.

Or maybe that's my anxiety talking--that's its favorite thing to do.

Maybe you won't forget that just like you,

I always wonder what words people use to describe me when I'm not around.

I wonder if I said anything that hurt someones feelings.

I worry that maybe I'll be the last person on the invite list.

But then again I really don't want to be invited at all.

Hi, my name is Alex.

My toes don't look like they belong on a human and I make a ton of mistakes,

I'm left handed and my car has never been over 65 MPH.

I'm scared of a lot of things, but at least I can pull off the color yellow sometimes.

I try to be a good person and I think I'm doing okay, but sometimes this 5'4" body can't contain it's opinion.

I regret things in the morning, then I do them again.

I fail. I learn. I try again.