My face looks like a tombstone today.
I’m unexpressive.
I feel I can’t say. Nothing at all.
Like ‘manic depression’. I know what i want, but I just don’t know.
There are no clever remarks or words of wisdom. Pure stupidity.
Not the funny kind, too.
Sad.
And I keep finding out what I don’t want to know. Dammit.
It pulls me 50 inches down. And lower…
So I won’t discuss, even if i really want to.
I won’t say hi.
Nothing, nothing at all.
And I talked to you today.
Five seconds, five minutes. I wished it was five hours again.
But that’s not coming back. Nothing seems to come back. At least, back to me.
Shit.
I don’t know where I’m going now.
I’ll just lie in bed with my eyes open. The roof seems nice.
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on Saturday, April 17th, 2004 at 9:16 pm
