Nov 29, 2007 09:08
I just made an article submission to the Globe and Mail.
I am tired of day to day.
I am usually better at my work, at least there I can pretend I am waiting for something after work.
I am turning into a bit of a femanist.
I need to be looked at, for just a little while.
I am happy to go to therapy.
I am easily knocked off my feet.
I am the oposite of confident.
I am in control.
I am an anxiety case.
I am in need of a run.