Poor Kim

I'm too sensitive. Since I'm quitting my happy pills (don't try this at home) my sleep pattern is fucked up. I can't get to sleep and wake up during the night. Again, fucked. So at 7am I realised that the tennis must be over by now and switched on teletext. To find out Justine had won -yet again- over Kim.
I'm really really sad.
Good for Justine, I mean, she's been playing amazingly well the last year. But I wanted Kim to win so badly because of the pressure she must be under. The only (former) number one never to have won a grand slam (yet), who's played four grand slam finals without winning... every time it must be a little bit harder to get out there and believe in your chances. The pressure and fear of failure are probably a neverending cycle.
They would be for me.
I just hope Kim doesn't give up.

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