2000-10-27 I escaped here from my little box. The lab is dark, and so's half of the building. At 7 p.m. on a Friday night there are two other people in addition to me. I know they'll be gone before me. My hearts jumps around it my chest. It doesn't stand still for a moment, and it's movements are arbitrary. I tell you this in case I one day drop dead from a heart-attack. It doesn't feel like a normal heart beating. It's too loud, and too quiet, at the same time. It's beat makes my chest echo. I keep feeling disconnected. I couldn't find the words to say the right things, so I mostly was quiet. I still am. It's irrelevant to say things. I know you (don't) understand what I mean. I cried last night and I think it's the first time I've cried in a while. It feels like it's been ages, but I don't really know. Not this week, anyway. I'd suppose. Even yesterday's a big grey fuzz. I don't have any idea what happened then, let alone what happened the day before that. I don't think crying made it any better. My skin and eyes just started hurting. At least it was distracting, I could stop worrying about things for a while. I think that's perhaps the only use I have for anything nowadays. I'm here now because I don't want to be home, and I don't want to be home because I'd have to do something about the essay there. I've ran out of posts to read in ash. I felt like posting there tonight, but I don't have the patience to use deja or something similiar. And I keep feeling I'd just be wasting bandwidth (not that anyone whines about it anymore). I wonder if they'll throw me out at some point. The others left... I miss being asleep. |
|