Library Scribbled down on Wednesday, 24 August 2005 15:11:26 PM
Dearest diary, The computer is not working at home that's why I have decided to come to the library, especially when my mum sent me out to do a few stuff for her. I only have a few minutes left, I hope I can write something down or to you. I couldn't finish my last entry as I was talking to L. for a really long while. He has really kept me awake because I didn't dare to tell him I felt sleepy. It's not that I wanted to go to bed, I also liked talking to him. Now I am thinking the weirdest things also. I am goofy, aren't I? I most certainly am. I wrote everything I wanted to write from the last entry I didn't finish, in a book which I hoped to copy but my brother mold the pc, if that's the correct word to use. It won't go on when I press the button. Hopefully he will fix it or else I will die being unable to come online. There are countless of things to tell you again but be patient, I will tell you when I can. Whenever the pc is working again. It's rather hot today... and you know, I had a woman in the post office commenting on my nails. She said 'they are really long, can you do anything with them?' I nodded smilingly as I later found myself explaining that my nails didn't always grow long on the left hand. It was really sweet of her. I know her and she has also cut her hair nicely. I am not close to her to compliment her on her nice haircut. As I'm sitting there's a girl on my left side, constantly glaring at me. I can feel her... now she has her face turned away. She pauses awhile to glare at her sister or friend to later look back a little at me typing. I don't mind, I have to write, though it does make me nervous. This week is my father's birthday... I don't feel like congratulating him, should I? It doesn't really come from the heart. I don't know... but I am so indifferent about it. Am I evil to feel this way? He hasn't ever allowed us to throw a big party or to even bring my friends over even I didn't really have friends. Thanks to him I am not so much these days. By the way, I am thinking of waiting a little while. I know I should. It's better that way... A girl I knew from last year on the community, mailed me. I replied her back immediately. I wondered why she contacted me but I'm honoured she did so. Somehow someone is thinking of me and that is nice. My fingers are starting to hurt now as I am trying hard my best to type as quick as I can to be able to finish before I run out of credits. I promise you I will write some other time. World is so crazy, you know? Oh yes it is. Or maybe it is that I am crazy and that my visions make everything look crazy. Perhaps it is that way. In anyway I am crazy.

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