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Every so often I wonder what happened to people like non_existent_ and aabashenya. They were some of the people that I woke up thinking about in Utah -- I'd be dreaming of a voice, a letter, a rescue, and would wake up utterly alone, cold and smelly under a tarp that never completely kept out the wind and rain. Them, capnwicky, crschmidt... so many of them, I've found again. But when I ask what became of Jamie, nobody knows. And this is going to sound really sad and l03r, but through wilderness, I kept reminding myself that there were people out there that were willing to take me in, and keep me safe from all of the probing therapists, the fierce staff, my parents. And yeah, it's been a couple of years, but those two years in therapyland were kind-of frozen for me. I mean, I grew lots, but I came back to real life having missed 750 days of normal existence. The close FAP circles dissipating, the evolution of headroyce people changing, I kind-of expected it all. I mean, I'd have to be pretty dumb to expect life to resume exactly where it left off, and pretty dumb to want it to do so. But I always figured that the people who I'd depended on for so long would be around, no matter what. Forever, or something to that effect. And that's not what happened. It's a trip.
There were two fire alarms tonight in my dorm. Not one, but two. The first one, it wasn't like it disrupted anything I was doing. We were just getting back from fencing, in fact, so it didn't matter. But when the second one went off, I was watching First Contact in the basement, and I was inside so the things were loud, and I wanted my ears to die. And the fire alarms to die. And the grass to die. Lots of good death.
I've become bored with flocking everything. It's so passe. The end.
And I'm annoyed because I left my Beethoven sonatas in the Robs' room, and so I can't listen to op. 14 before going to sleep tonight.
There were two fire alarms tonight in my dorm. Not one, but two. The first one, it wasn't like it disrupted anything I was doing. We were just getting back from fencing, in fact, so it didn't matter. But when the second one went off, I was watching First Contact in the basement, and I was inside so the things were loud, and I wanted my ears to die. And the fire alarms to die. And the grass to die. Lots of good death.
I've become bored with flocking everything. It's so passe. The end.
And I'm annoyed because I left my Beethoven sonatas in the Robs' room, and so I can't listen to op. 14 before going to sleep tonight.