God, How I Ricochet Between Certainties And

Sometimes I Feel So Stupid And Dull And Uncreative That I Am Amazed When People Tell Me Differently.

Can A Selfish Egocentric Jealous And Unimaginative Female Write A Damn Thing Worthwhile?

I Can't Think Logically About Who I Am Or Where I Am Going. I Have Been Very Ecstatic, Horribly Depressed, Shocked, Elated, Enlightened, And Enervated.

I Felt Overstuffed And Dull And Disappointed, The Way I Always Do The Day After Christmas.

I Am Not Cruel, Only Truthful.