I hate deja-vu. It leaves me feeling sick to my stomach every time I experience it, and even worse it starts stirring up all the fear within me.

Why does it scare me so? Perhaps it speaks to my heart of the monotony my life turns into, and magnifies the fears in me that I am one little insignificant being in this world.

Whatever reason, now I want to go curl up in a ball somewhere to think... but like any good mother, I've got things that have to be done before my child wakes up.

*sigh*