Oct 27, 2004 10:45
For three days (possibly longer) my thoughts have been occupied mainly with one idea: what would it feel like to punch my hand through a window?
Questions formed from this idea:
a) Would it hurt?
b) Would there be blood? How much? Where?
c) How do I hide such an experiment?
d) Can I work with my hand in ribbons?
Lately I've been feeling so frustrated that all I want to do is scream. But my problem is, I can't scream. I'll be at home by myself and try, but there's just something stopping it. So I feel like sh*t inside, but I won't say anything. It's not like before, when I was so obvious that even I had to pity myself.
Now, I just hate myself.
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Oh, but we had so much fun at recess! *whispers* Yesterday, in Physics, Jimmy told Dane that "ever since I broke up with him (Jimmy) I ave apparently turned him (Jimmy again) gay."
Well, when Dane told me I killed myself laughing, then told Anne, and somehow it went everywhere. I was talking to Grant about it on the bus home yesterday afternoon, and he asked about it in Software this morning, and Gavin and Dane and DJ and I spent all morning taking the mickey out of Jimmy so badly. He is very confused as he now says he only meant it as a joke.
Fairly silly sort of joke to make, if you ask me. Sounds almost offensive, but I can't work out who to.
Speaking of, Joelie, if you ever read this, (which you probably won't because you're never online anymore) there's someone I'd like you to meet.