I never thought I'd be able to do that, either.. It is quite fascinating and yes, I'm glad that my friend was there, although he was on,ly studying the picture of my Twin. I was studying the picture of me and commenting on it to him so it was all my own visions of myself through looking at my facial features and body language in pictures a bit more.

Bryony and I are fraternal twins, thank God. As she always says: "I'd rather die than look as ugly as you." Heh. Today's been a good day, I've been thinking a lot. A hell of a lot. And I've come up with a few new revelations. But I won't mention them here just yet, because they're not solid and I feel unsure about them. Idk

Yes, I am hurrying up with getting famous, especially to come to California on a tour so that you can see and hear me sing live

Thanks, Lynn. I'll think of you all while I'm shaking my butt off on stage!

Sannah, I've been trying to find my identity for years. I was compared with my Twin by everyone that knew us and even people that hardly did! I'm not decreasing Bryony's identity, I guess I'm trying to figure out her true identity and what she hides so that I can figure out my own. I know my identity is seperate from hers, I just want to figure her out so that I can get that out of the way and understand her better, to be able to concentrate on me.

In a way, FooZe, I do find crises helpful for keeping me distracted. But not actually my own! I use other peoples' crises to keep me busy so that I don't have to stop and think, or stop and sort out my own issues. I just stick to theirs and slowly figure myself out along the way without realising it I guess.

I know I've made myself extremely ill by doing this and by doing other things. I didn't sleep last night, at all and have been vomiting my guts up more than ever. I keel over in pain from my stomach all the time and I just feel exhausted whether I'm sat down or walking or running. No matter what I do, I feel exhausted, dehydrated and crap. Connor came over today and I was happy enough until he started to get grouchy despite having plenty of sleep last night! So I snapped a couple of times, which I soon apologized for. I hate getting mad at him, but he certainly pushed all the right buttons to p-ss me off.

I know I need something to fight back against, I guess it's because I've been having something to fight against pretty much all my life, but I think I'm starting to break away from it. Maybe I feel the need ot have something to fight against to prove to myself how strong I am? Makes sense to me, but I don't know.