I Am A Restlessness Inside A Stillness

...i Have Noticed That When Things Happen In One's Imaginings, They Never Happen In One's Life, So I Am Curbing Myself.

Perhaps If I Make Myself Write I Shall Find Out What Is Wrong With Me.

Am I Really Admitting That My Sister Is Determined To Marry A Man She Has Only Seen Once And Doesn't Much Like The Look Of? It Is Half Real And Half Pretense - And I Have An Idea That It Is A Game Most Girls Play When They Meet An Eligible Young Men. They Just...wonder.

I Have Really Sinned. I Am Going To Pause Now, And Sit Here On The Mound Repenting In Deepest Shame.

The One Bach Piece I Learnt Made Me Feel I Was Being Repeatedly Hit On The Head With A Teaspoon.