I try to make friends but am not too successful at it. I just don't know how to do it I guess. Such is life. Sometimes it is lonely but most of the time I don't really care too much. I have always been my own best company. Go figure, I grew up in the woods with no one around to hear me scream. I kill monsters with my sharp pointy stick. I ran from ogres and picts. When they caught me I would slice them open with my shining sword and become the queen of all, standing at the precipice with the wind in my face and the sun on my back. Wild child who will climb to the top of the world and slide to the pits of hell with only my tennirunners to protect me from the fires and only my valiant spirit to vanquish the foe. How could those people out there understand this world I live in? How could they survive?
Zen

<font color=blue>I was always looking outside myself for strength and confidence but, it comes from within. It is there all the time.--Anna Freud