Busy, busy, busy.

So now that I've sent the book, I seem to be having ideas about a second, maybe even a third book. Like a trilogy. It's shaping itself so effectively that all I really have to do is fill the gaps! New sequences are just appearing to me, and I just HAVE to write them down, even at 2:30am. Although if the first one isn't all that successful, then . . . well . . . I may have to stop there. Here's hoping I don't have to.

Meanwhile, I'm helping backstage at the school production. :D Should be a lot of fun. Also, been watching clips at juliansmith.tv and this guy is AWESOME. Highly recommended. SUBSCRIBE.

Nothing much, really.

I've had a bunch of stuff due this week. And then the cold monster had to rear its ugly head. *cue horror music* The pressure to have Superman's immunity during the school year is way too . . . overestimative. Yuck.

Hopefully I get better soon. Hopefully.

I've also applied for a job. Fingers crossed for that one, too.

For every girl.

For every girl that hopes beyond hope, that wishes beyond her wildest dreams, that reads beyond words.

For every girl that's had her hopes crushed, her wishes stomped on, her words burnt beyond saving - right in front of her very eyes.

For every girl that's never been held affectionately other than by a relative, never been kissed, never considered herself worthy of a second thought - and knows it's something they want to experience - and yet, none of these has happened. So she wonders if there's something wrong with her, when in actual fact, someone may be thinking about her that exact moment - but is too scared to act because of what others may think.

For every girl that's ever fallen asleep only in hopes of dreaming, a la "Blind" by Lifehouse.

For every girl that's ever stared into a mirror at home or school or work for seemingly hours at a time, unable to see the beauty, only capable of finding the flaws.

For every girl that's ever stared into a mirror at home or school or work for seemingly hours at a time, obsessively fixing themselves up for a possible ten second encounter with the object of their emotions and thoughts.

For every girl that's ever tried to forget him, really tried, only to come full circle.

For every girl that's dissected every word, every action, tried to see beyond the surface, unsure of anything after days, weeks, months . . . even years.

For every girl who embarrasses herself constantly and uncontrollably - stuttered, tripped, blushed, dropped things - in the presence of a certain person.

For every girl who - even for a second, no matter how healthy she may be - doubted her body weight and appearance.

For every girl that's had someone overestimate her, and had to disappoint them - she is who she is, and says "Here I am".

For every girl that people expect the best of, but never believe in, she has good results academically, only to be cruelly slandered behind her back: her only crime being that she's achieved better.

For every girl that's ever been under pressure - from parents, siblings, friends, peers, co-workers - and felt out of control, buried in agony and torment.

For every girl that's worked so hard, whether it's on who she is, or a job they may have stuck at all day, only to be upstaged and pushed into the background, unheard.

For every girl that's ever dreamt of her Prince Charming - to wait around for him to sweep her off her feet - only to realise he's just that, a dream.

For every girl that's felt all alone, even in a crowded mass of people. No one can possibly understand how she feels: unless they're her. All she wants is for someone to be brave enough to approach, just step up and give her the comfort she needs.

For every girl that's read this and found that she can relate to this in more ways than one - you are not alone. We ALL feel this way. We might not show it - not even let slip that we even understand - but we all do, more than we should.

This is for you.