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Am I turning into one of those friends?

I think I might be turning into one of those friends. The kind that you roll your eyes at when you see them and think, 'oh great, how do I get away without her noticing'.  Now before any of you go 'come on, your not that bad', I've been thinking about it a lot, and I am even getting on my own nerves. I think I need to make some changes.

Things I do:
~Whine and complain a lot before I make a decision.  I bytch and make lists and talk about what I should do and drive everyone mad before I actually do it.  I do this because part of me wants to move on and do things while the other part is worried about doing it right or hurting people’s feelings... 
~I make plans and then have to cancel.  Usually because I am so overwhelmed with all the things I have decided I need to do.  Then I get frustrated because I have now upset the people I have made plans with and then stressed that I have too much to do and no life.
~Bytch when someone pisses me off rather than confront them and tell them they have either hurt me or pissed me off... back to that don't want to hurt anyone’s feelings thing...
~Constantly doubt myself, my talents, and my judgment.
~Constantly complain that I am fat, trying to lose weight and not succeeding.  After a Friday night of ranting to V about how frustrated I was that I couldn't lose weight and her telling me that I should just do something about it, I got a good look at myself in a full length mirror and ok.. I have lost weight, need to stop the fucking whining and just work out harder.
~Stop saying sorry all the time.  Most of the time I am apologizing for things I shouldn't be.
~Stop worrying what other people think.  Who fucking cares.  Ok I do, but I have to stop being so sensitive.  And so what if you tell people you love them and they don't say it back.  It's their prerogative.  I need to get over myself.
~It's extremely hard for me to approach people I find interesting as I suck at small talk and am afraid of embarrassing myself. How are relationships ever going to start or progress if I walk around with my kryptonite wall up all the time. Inside I am still this scared and lonely fifteen year old that never seems to fit in. Sometimes I want to fit in, I admit it, but I also know I never will. My kind run in packs and apparently there are only three of us.
~Stop being so negative about myself, V told me I am lovely, I should appreciate that.
~Stop!  That's right, stop doing too much.  I have already said no to many new projects and need to let some current ones go.  Just need to figure out how.  I complain that I can't get my writing done, so I need to stop bytching and do something about it.

Things I need to do:
~Listen rather than react. I won't get so stressed out.
~Appreciate my friends.
~Keep appointments, screw the pile on my desk, it will still be there tomorrow.
~Work harder on speaking with my inside voice, rather than my outside voice.  This will help with the less whining and bitching about people.
~Tell people how I really feel.  Whether it is that I like, love or hate them. Whether they make me happy, sad or angry. So what if they don't feel the same way, it's how I feel.   I'm starting with Anna and Viki, without being weird, I love you both, you are my sisters.  You are the sisters I get to choose!!! xoxoxox
~STOP BEING SO FUCKING UPTIGHT!!!!!  Life is too short, I need to start living it.
~I need to be honest with myself about a bunch of things, then do something about the things that I am not happy about.
~Allow myself to be human and allow others to see that side of me. I’m not a robot, I feel, sense, hurt, love, desire. I need to stop being afraid of letting people see what is really on the inside.
~Find my happy place.  I haven't seen it in months.  It’s there somewhere.