Do you occasionally wake up at nine, ten or worse – at eleven o’clock – even more tired than when you went to bed? Is your day passing without the slightest trace of creative inspiration and almost no work done?
Once my intuition hinted at me not to go out on a date I had in the evening. I couldn’t understand why. The guy seemed nice and we should have had fun together. It turned out to be a disastrous
Anger – this word alone makes me downright angry, again. Sometimes I know why I am angry but there are times when I don’t even have an idea. I’m sad then angry, then mad. Really mad. I get an instant
This joke really offended me but I dealt with it. Here’s what happened: Last week an accident happened in the office I work in – a colleague of mine wrote on the fridge a note. It contained my name,
When I was twelve, the coolest boy in my class was mocking me, telling me I was a crossbreed between a woman and a man. It felt terrible, really terrible. He was the most popular boy in my class