My life is a discipline, a prison: I live for my own work, without which I am nothing.

I have done, this year, what I said I would: overcome my fear of facing a blank page day after day, acknowledging myself, in my deepest emotions, a writer, come what may.

I must bridge the gap between adolescent glitter and mature glow.

I want to be important. By being different. And these girls are all the same.

I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.

I woke to the sound of rain.

That is salvation. To give of love inside. To keep love of life, no matter what, and give to others. Generously.