My Mum Has Never Wanted Me To

I Feel Physically Ill If I Don't Make Work, I Don't Create. I Don't Feel Very Good. I Don't Feel Right, I Feel Wrong.

What Is Truth? Truth Doesn't Really Exist. Who Is Going To Judge Whether My Experience Of An Incident Is More Valid Than Yours? No One Can Be Trusted To Be The Judge Of That.

Someone Else Who Liked What I Did Might Turn Around And Say, "she's Reworking And Rethinking Everything. She Could Just Be Making Blankets Now, And Be A Lot Wealthier." I'm Actually Making It Difficult For Myself. I Wouldn't Call It Re-branding. If I Get Bored With My Work, Then Other People Will - It's That Simple. And I'm Not Gonna Get Bored With What I'm Doing. I'll Struggle And Fight And Do New Things To Excite Myself - And Do It In My Own Sweet Way.

The Words Went Round And Round And Round In My Mind And My Body, Until I Knew They Were No Longer My Words But Something That Had Been Carved Into My Heart. And Now My Soul Was Crying.

If I Were Really, Truly In Love With Someone Who Was Truly In Love With Me, Then I Would Get Married, But That Would Be The Only Reason I'd Get Married.