Breathe.

How typical of me to be demoralized at the thought of trying. I'm afraid of failing because I've never failed. And I've never failed because I've coasted to talent and when offered an opportunity to take that a little bit further, I freak. Cool.

When the night tremors come, it's time to sleep.

Lucky girl, you.

All I really want to do is sing.

We search for knowledge with the hope of being able to change the present, of being able to fix things.  But when all that you've found irresistibly lends itself to the conclusion that there is nothing to be done, what then?  Do you press on relentlessly, in defiance of science? Or do you stop and let yourself be carried along by the helplessness, like the dead at a water burial? 

Get a grip, don't slip!

Almost out of control.

Sitting today, there was a part of me that believed that as long as I kept absolutely still, I would not be seen, or caught.

Home.