Monday, August 10, 2009
I'm actually not that upset. I just kind of have this, wtf? feeling. I got quite a good angry painting out of it last night.
It's a beautiful day and I should go outside. I have exactly two weeks left of summer. It scares the crap out of me. I really, really do not want to go back. It makes me feel sick and anxious to think about it.
I'm trying to find a place for comfort. Is it guitar? Painting? Writing? Music? Photography? A person? I pray it's not a person.
I keep telling myself I don't care but it hurts so badly.
I miss when we were so innocent and we knew nothing of sex and drugs and hate and pain. Life was easy and worry free, when we didn't have to think about hurting or being hurt. We didn't know the evil the world is capable of.
I can't stop crying. They were right and I hate it. I'm terrified.
Posted by Alex at 7:44 AM