Let me sit in a flowerpot, The spiders won't notice. My heart is a stopped geranium.

I get into a rut, unable to yank my mind out of it.

My worst habit is my fear & my destructive rationalizing.

My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you.

I hate handing over money to people for doing what I could just as easily do myself, it makes me nervous.

Cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul.

Some things are hard to write about. After something happens to you, you go to write it down, and either you over dramatize it, or underplay it, exaggerate the wrong parts or ignore the important ones. At any rate, you never write it quite the way you want to.