Nasty little wench.

Okay so I did an interview with our local news station. It was supposed to be about my experience dealing with my plastic surgery but I think it ended up being more about my recovery and how my injuries effected me after the accident.

At this moment it is 12:35 a.m. And I can't sleep because of my anxiety. I feel like an idiot. The last thing I want to do is make an idiot of myself on tv. But a friend told me that "you are your harshest critic." to be honest, I feel like I said too much and too little. But I'm going to be okay. At least that is what I keep telling myself. I don't feel I'm as amazing as what people say, or that my story is that amazing. It's filled with twists and turns. I've had no choice but to live it. I completely understand why some actors and actresses don't watch movies they're in. There's so much pressure.
Breathe slowly...I also have this fear that the reporter is going to twist my words or make me look bad for sweeps. Ahh! I've seen too many chick flicks...examples being "Little Black Book" and "Bruce almighty" (the characters fight for sweeps in the movie) anyways, I think I'll survive. But I may hide in a shell for a few days. I've been so completely honest with everyone about my entire life, I think I'm most worried about negative reviews. I'm sure I'm not the only person who has felt how I've felt growing up...but I suppose that my experience is unique in the sense that I just shared my feelings with viewers all over North Texas and SE Oklahoma.

Honesty is the best policy....I hope. ... I rebuke this anxiety. It has no place in my life.

*twiddle's thumbs* sigh.

Oh and the nasty little wench is my anxiety. Couldn't think of a clever title. :)
-Natalie