I am Sonya, hear me roar?

Sometimes I think about my name. When I read it, sometimes it does not feel like my name, even though I know it is my name. Other days I know it is my name. Absolutely. Completely sure. It fits me. Sonya means wisdom. Did you know? Sometimes I think my name is odd because I never hear it used in regards to anyone else, just me. That is because, while it not a rare name, it is not a common name either. At intermediate school, a blonde girl told me I had an ugly name. In front of everyone. Now I quite like my name. Today it is raining. Therefore, I am not going to walk to Carey early and study. I had the worst nights sleep last night. I'm convinced I didn't sleep. I kept waking and thinking and it was like my mind did not know how to sleep. This was bad. My hands are shaking so I better stop. Did I tell you? My wrists and fingers have been painful. This is a bad bad thing for an eighteen year old amateur poet and student.