I mailed in my first attempt at a scholarship today; a poetry contest with a chance of winning $1,000 from a poem 20 lines or less. *crosses fingers, knocks on wood* In a bizarre mood, don't really know why. Too much thinking I guess; a lot of tugging at my past. But hey, I think I'm close to being cured. Well, almost. It's been almost a year since the last fall-out, months since he and I have really spoken, and months more since I've really collapsed. I really need to stop paying attention to my emotions. They're starting to get to me. Maybe I'm not standing on as solid ground as I supposed. And yet, I haven't been this stable or happy in a long time. I swear I'm normal, but my mind is quite bipolar. Carrie