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Jul 27, 2005 23:44

Avoiding the house for a few days. Just walking around. Sitting on benches. Breathing in air that isn't clogged with ...

The point is ... I can't stand staying indoors anymore. I feel shut in. Like they're trying to box me up and put me away until the terror has passed. My parents don't seem to realize that I can't sit in my room for hours on end. I need to get out. I like being at home but it seems horrifyingly small all of a sudden. I wanted to stay at school but I guess that just wasn't going to happen.

It's just weird not seeing my classmates everyday, I suppose. Like Zach. Or Ernie. Or Susan, even. I haven't seen Susan since the battle. I haven't seen ... Not that I case, I mean, after what she said to me -- Exactly what'd you expect from a Slytherin.

... Though I can't help wondering, well, it's just ...

I can't think about it now. There's some guy sitting next to me on this bench and he's reading what I'm typing. Yeah, I can see you watching what I'm typi

Alright, so he's gone. Some homeless guy sits next to me, smokes in my face and tells me that women are impossible and they were his downfall. That's how he got to what he was today. Great, that's exactly what I want to know.

I can't get her off my mind and now there are homeless men giving me advice.

The world has gone insane.
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