Jul 26, 2001 10:08
Why did we have to grow up. Take on responsibilities. Why? Why are the veins on my hand popping out and why is the blood still rushing through?
Why haven't I seen my grandfather since I was three and why am I wondering this now?
There is this sense of urgency, a need to do things, see people before the veins stop working. I've spent the weekend lying in strange beds quietly convulsing.
This is because I've never learned to accept anything. I am swollen with mourning and not just for her but for all things. I haven't grasped a hold on things yet. At this point I feel so disconnected from everyone