Who are you willing to fail in front of?

I don't mind exposing my flaws and laughing about them. I may seem like an open book, but I'm more like a teenagers obsolete diary. Stories hidden behind lock and key of a pretty flower print journal. I'm unwilling to share those things which hurt to admit. I recently confided in a good friend. There aren't many people I'm willing to fail in front of. At least not so openly as I did today. Its 1:00 am and I have insomnia ~ surprise ~ again for the millionth time in my life. I have forgotten phone calls to return, laundry to wash, appointments to keep. But those tasks will have to wait 'til morning. They aren't responsible for this alert agitation I feel. What will tomorrow bring? If I had a crystal ball I wouldn't worry so much. But then again, that never seems to help those who live in fairy tales.