Sometimes I torture myself by looking at the picture, or pictures...the handwriting of them, like 2 figures standing by each other... it makes my head spin, and I feel like vomitting. And I'm surprised at what I can imagine.

I thought about it for a moment while reading The Fountainhead 1 hour ago, and cried. It was like a streak of lightning, the moment of pent-up feelings that have been in the very deep dark place inside me. Then I stopped the tears and continued reading.

Well...now I want to cry, without The Fountainhead...:)

I'm scared of so many things - old things, new things, non-existed things, responsibilities, possibilities, the future blah blah blah