I'm tired of not understanding my best but always and always again have to do the same mistakes over and over and over and OVER again. Now I can't sleep because I feel too bad. I don't know who I feel bad to, I just feel reallyreally small and tiny. And yet I'm rather happy that I feel like this so I didn't go to that party, and missed Jozi and his knife because then I probably would have been even more of a wreck.. Oh yes, I missed a knife-fight last night. Think I'm gonna start thanking whatever God is out there.
