I DREAM OF FILLING THE WORLD WITH STRAWBERRIES. I WRITE BECAUSE I CANNOT SPEAK; THE WORDS THAT SPILL OFF MY TONGUE TANGLE WITH THE THOUGHTS THEY CAN'T EXPRESS. I'M ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE THAT COME OUT OF SHELL ONCE THEY'RE COMFORTABLE AROUND PEOPLE. I'M A WARM HEARTED WOMAN. I CRY EASILY. I'M A BIBLIOPHILE AND YES I LAUGH, CRY, I GET MAD, I FALL IN LOVE WHILE READING BOOKS. I'M FOND OF EATING, EATING AND EATING.

But.. I am angry that I starved my brain and that I sat shivering in my bed at night instead of dancing or eating ice cream or kissing a boy with gentle lips and strong hands. xx