Another brick in the wall. I am almost hidden, almost feeling I am ok, almost completly enclosed in my bricks. I can still look sometimes, when I want, out of the chinks that are still empty. Nothing much gets through here. It hurts. Another brick in the wall, another day to ask myself what the hell I am doing and why. Another reason to mortar another block into my fortress. Tommorow I am gonna see. They are going to tell me. I am afraid of what I am going to be told, but I would rather know. I am afraid. Another brick. I am getting pretty good at being a bitch, to everyone. If I keep this up people are going to leave. Is that what I want? Do I know what I am doing? Brick by brick. Soon you wont see me anymore.