I Did Not Have One

What Makes Life Worth Living? Better Surely, To Yield To The Stain Of Suicide Blood In Me And Seek Forgetfulness In The Embrace Of Cold Dark Death.

I Did Not Have One Bad Spell During Writing - An Unprecedented Record.

Where I Was Raised A Woman's Word Was Law. I Ain't Quite Outgrowed That Yet.

I Am Tired. My Arm Aches. My Head Boils. My Feet Are Cold. But I Am Not Aware Of Any Weakness.

I Am Full Of Fire And Passion. I Am Not Ready Yet For Great Concentration And Passion.