Take another little piece of my heart . . .

This summer/fall/year is killing me. As each day passes I can feel a little bit of myself fall away and die.

It is not a painless process.

I don't know how to stop it.

Life has turned into a Merlin-esque rewind. At the tender age of 14, I was already in my prime -- brash, intelligent, fearless. Having lived that entire lifetime over again, I am now lazy, sullen, hemmed in by my own insecurities. Every day I shrink a little bit more.

Today another part of me died.