Re reading

I've just re-read my blog post 'Cinderella, no magic' and I can write some seriously depressing ramblings. The miserble thing is that I meant every word, and re-reading it just re affirms such beliefs.  I know I go on, I know I just ramble here because talking to no one in particular is much easier than talking to someone but that doesn't mean what I say isn't true at the time I wrote it and most often true ever after. I don't think I'm a depressing person, most people think I'm unnaturally happy and bubbly all the time! But I have gloomy thoughts and when I reflect on those thoughts I feel that word that haunts me: inadequate