Losing Everything

So I'm apparently going more and more insane as the days go by - so insane, in fact, I have no idea how to put it in to words. This, my dears, astounds, confounds and pronouns me. AiLynn feels like a failure and, being as small as I am, I only have room for one feeling at a time, as you can probably tell. Failure is okay when you're not three inches tall - when you're that small it consumes you, eats you from the inside out and turns you in to a horrible shell of what you once were.

I am afraid.

For better or worse,

Lenore.