The Third Inventory of Being

I am Anna.
I am 19 years old.

I live with my love.
I am half of us and never just myself
...not yet anyway.

I am insignificant and all important depending on who you talk to and when.

I have lost my passion and thus my soul.
I am working on getting a new one.

I am unemployed and a disappointment.

I am a dependent, and am happy being one.

I have found love for children, especially Alexzander.

I am ready for a baby, but not motherhood.

I have forgotten my strengths.

I dont make new friends.

I fear.

Snuggles are my favourite passtime.

Ice cream is my weakness, and brussel sprouts my enemy.

I am a housewife; although not a very good one.
And not a wife.

My health has much to be desired.

I smoke.
It sucks.

I owe my life to my love.
I owe myself more respect.

I like my life the way it is.
No one else does.

Winnie the Pooh is my idol.
I strive to emulate him.

I wish to be Taoist, but I don't know that I will ever be.

I wish I had a bathtub.

Charles is my perfect Hunny.
Cross-stitch is my perfect hobby.
Jogging pants are my perfect clothes.
Blankets are my perfect comfort.

Sex is too important to me.

Giving Charles back rubs makes me happy.

Smooches fuel me.

I wish I talked with my brother more.
But I think our distance is good right now.

I wish I had more to write.
My life is simplistic, dull and sometimes good.

I am Anna.
This is 1997.