| Angelina ( @ 2007-05-20 22:42:00 |
You know, I believe the reason I'm writing in livejournal is because I needed someplace to write without people judging me and knowing me without saying to me : You're a coward.
I ought to feel nothing today (because I told myself I wouldn't) but I can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy when people come up and say how amazing their day was and when their gloating and immersed in their own world.
Because I don't think I feel anything, I don't feel like anything.
I think I might be scaring myself. But then again, I think I'm already too used to it. I should know by now this is nothing more than something that I can never make sense out of.
So how was your day?
I dont know.
I ought to feel nothing today (because I told myself I wouldn't) but I can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy when people come up and say how amazing their day was and when their gloating and immersed in their own world.
Because I don't think I feel anything, I don't feel like anything.
I think I might be scaring myself. But then again, I think I'm already too used to it. I should know by now this is nothing more than something that I can never make sense out of.
So how was your day?
I dont know.