Tuesday, 10 December 1996
I’m developing a huge complex – it’s basically related to the massive baggage I always carry with me. Every time I compare myself to people, I come second. There’s always so much I want to do, but how much of that actually ever gets done? I keep talking and talking and talking.
I think I’m too scared to try anything. I’m afraid of losing the little bit of security I manage to scrape together every day. I’m unsure of myself. I talk and talk and half of the time nothing gets done.
And there’s so much still to learn about life …
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