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Aug 13, 2005 18:26

while I'm sitting here typing this, i can see my parents sitting in the patio in the backyard through my window. theyre relaxing, having a glass of wine (white for my father, and a small glass of red for my mom, who doesnt really like wine) and theyre talking about me. i know this because they keep, in turn, sending thoughtful frowns over to where im watching them from my room. they speak in deep, worried tones, and while i can't make out what theyre saying, i can tell theyre deep in discussion over what's wrng with me.

every few minutes they lapse into silence, my dad taking overly large sips of wine and tinkering with things on the table, and my mom occassionally glancing down to the book lying open on her lap. they dont know what to think or say about me, because i dont tell them anything. all they know is that i just returned from a walk that i gave them no information about, and retreated into my room without so much as an "I'm home" in their general direction.

they can only make guesses as to whats bothering me, possibly something about david and daniel, or perhaps the looming return to school. i have never opened up to them about my depression, preferring to talk it over with my friends, or just clam up about it alltogether.

and right now, all i can think about is when theyll be done, so we can go get dinner
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