I am finally back here. At my home. Significant, sacreligious FPC. For the first time in a while, I am breathing. Alone. WIthout assistance. But Jesus! There is always stuff to bitch about, right? This insecurity is killing me. I'm doing it my way, like I always preached, but WTF? I don't know if it is good enough. Good enough.. hmmm... not enough for pressure people, but for my goals. As ususal, it all ends with me. Fuckin' princess. Good enough for the grades, for the right to breathe alone on the quiet wood, for US, for my eccentric and amazing Christopher. Good enough to be the right kind of person. The kind of person I want to grow up to be! (Yes, I am just shy of my 20th B-day!), A person who listens. A person who can really help her dearest friends when they need her. A person who finally, eventually learns that the world is better shared, and not controlled... Good enough to lie in the dark and sleep, long, silent and deep.