Is it silly?

Is it silly that I think I look good when I wake up most mornings?
Is it silly that music makes up most of my day anymore?
Is it silly that I have low self-esteem,yet secretly think I am awesome?
Is it silly that I really do wish I could go back and tell my younger self what to do so I wouldn't have so many regrets now?
Is it silly that I believe I have undiagnosed SAD,and think anything unusual going on with my body is cancer?
Is it silly that I won't settle for anything that does not make me happy?
Is it silly that I am unimpressed by fame in person?
Is it silly that I like to wake up slow, no matter what time of day I wake up?
Is it silly that I can sleep anywhere,but I have a before bed ritual for everywhere?
Is it silly that I know my family won't care that I have a new tattoo,but I still find it necessary to hide it from them?
Is it silly that I don't fear death in the slightest?
Is it silly that small moments in my life are the most memorable,and large events are the most forgotten?
Is it silly that I always turn my spoon upside down in my mouth before taking another bite when I eat ice cream?
Is it silly that I am sad about the fact I feel like I will never be good enough for her to talk to,like she did my other friend?
Is it silly that I feel alone in crowded rooms?
Is it silly that I feel more at home in other people's home rather than my own?
Is it silly that no matter how many people tell me I won't do it, I still think I can?
Is it silly that I know I am a screw up,and don't care?
Is it silly that I want people to read this...my whole blog...so they can get to know me better?
Is it silly to dream?
Is it stilly to imagine?
Is it silly?
I don't think so.
But then again,I am silly.