i have been tortured by what i know, by what people tell me, by what i see everyday. but six months have passed, and the world spins onwards, just as it ever did. i get out of bed every morning, still playing the Normal Life Game.
he's dead, no more jokes, no more anything. he's really dead.
the laughter that surrounds the air is definately NOT for me. it's for them. it used to be OURS, but now it's not. i'm not part of it anymore.
but lemme tell you something. there is such thing as 'the art of unseeing, the art of unknowing.' and i think you people don't know what it means because i'm hurt all along.
ahh. just thought of it. i didn't go to school today. i had something on. i was babysitting someone. yeah right. BABYSITTING alright. and i was thinking of the exact same thing while i was BABYSITTING because i was BORED!
geez.
23january2004
happy birthday
delphine! :)
