Having self-doubt once again. It's just a silly phase that I go through once in a season. I question why I do things. I feel like an old discarded onion that no one ever wants - dejected, rejected. Yet when peeled I show a sensitive side. Too sensitive that any criticism hurts. I tried to offer the world love ... and yet the world puts me down... my offer to love is rejected ... the love I share is all but vain. What is the point? Vanity of vanities. All is meaningless. All is vanity.