after a day trying to recover her pace, voodoogirl remembers her predisposition to major stressful life events.

she knows herself inadequate and demands an immediate recovery behavior. the time sequence must lead toward a stable sound of her own voice, the inner one.

she anknowledges her natural tendencies, though.

picks a book from the trouble book shelf and while reading she gets to thinking about why does she do this. why does she forget things that protect her. why does she deny facts. why does she expose herself time after time.

no wonder she can't get a grip yet.

at least not yet.

"we don't see things as they are, we see things as we are"

anais nin

once the fact that there are some things that cannot be simple is accepted

i will be lighter

voodoogirl wraps her tendencies with such an amazing wrist movement even she's surprised

some functional disorder is pushing it's way in, but she holds, calmly. she doesn't know for how long she will, though.

voodoogirl felt underestimated by the only person she thought wouldn't. he felt pity on me, she sadly grumbled. she couldn't hold her discomfort. she couldn't stand still. arrangements must be made.  this kind of ideas tend to stick and make me sick.