2001-07-24 Some things hurt. Strange as it is. Some things don't hurt that much. Other things you get used to. Other things you don't care about. I can hear the ambulance down in the streets. I can hear it howling. But it doesn't touch me. Because I have nothing to do with it. Because I'm not dying, no one I know and care about is dying. Because I don't care about anyone anymore. Not like before. I hate the thought of talking to people. I hate all the people I meet. They're either uninteresting or hypocrites or both. I met T a while ago, thought it'd be okay, but I didn't have anything to say to her. Like I don't have anything to say to all my previous friends. (Are they friends?) There's going to be a class reunion. I suppose I'm not going there. I'm not interested in what those people do now, two years after I last saw them. I have nothing to say to no one. (I'd be more interested in an elementary school reunion.) Instead, I have lots to say to No. but it's unlikely I'll ever see him again. So, that's a tragedy. And I'm not sure I care. |
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