I used to radiate this confidence that every one seemed to love. Where did it go? I'm not sure but I want it back. I tend to make plans and then bail last minute to be alone. I do a lot of "soul searching" but I always end up where I don't want to be. I like to read books on the grass and take pictures of scenery. I hate taking pictures of people who pose, everything that I see through my lenses must be unaltered; something that is in the heat of the moment. That is beauty to me. I'll smile nice for you but the minute you try to take apart my my actions and analyze me I'm gone. I don't like it when people pry.