My self-esteem is slowly on the increase and insecurities are well on their way to becoming extinct. A burst of creativity envelops me forcing me into bended fingers that seem to control my intoxicated mind. Writers block has been assassinated as I am set free and able to conduct a dozen pages in the period of one hour. Too many days have passed me by and I was drunk with self-pity criticizing what used to be appreciated. But now I can express emotions that were not fit for words. Tonight I am on top of the world. I am accomplishing the very task that has been procrastinated since the beginning of last year. It is three in the morning and my faithful hand has been writing since eleven. I have what it takes to be successful and the only thing left to do is take immediate action. My dream will come true, and though I have been told that certain goals are out of reach, I know that my talent is needed.
March 7, 1998