Wed, Apr. 28th, 2004, 12:31 am
24 hours ago someone died. I did not know this man/woman/child/or infant. This individual might have died in a horrible way, and surely he might have caught the eye of someone who might have been able to help. But nothing happened. I suppose supposing is a waste of time since the supposed statement blurted out will mean absolutely nothing. Boredom, why do you accompany me? Sleep, why do you leave me so alone? Today, in about five hours and some minutes, I'll have breakfast with the pinnacle of shyness, the salton of quietness. Once I do, I smile at her and commence the long process of acquiring the friendship I long have desired for.
Wed, Mar. 17th, 2004, 01:00 am
It's strange to see how one changes so quickly. Just last year I remember not being plagued with this spreading pestilence which seems to never leave me be. I looked at my mom and asked her to take me to the doctors, and more importantly a doctor that can actually cure my ailing, and she just handed me an expired valve of anti-itch cream. Itching seems to be this year's new reprive from modern day dances. We dance the dance of the itching cream which just seems to make this situation worse.
Tue, Mar. 16th, 2004, 11:26 am
I suppose this situation feels as though a moment in nothingness. The voices that linger in my head feel as though just another day would feel when it is lived. Liars are the main focus of today’s lesson and we were all excited. We lied about this, and we lied about that but no one seemed to have cared. Maybe tomorrow things will return to normal? Maybe today things will return when I least expect them to? I suppose the morning sun is to blame for most of this. I suppose I am wrong.