all that remains is fury and sorrow
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Both words fit. Both involve screaming, and that describes my feelings well enough. Every night I get a bit more drunk than the last. Every night I can't sleep. Last night, a girl told me I was pretty and I wished her a good night because she was a child. Last night I almost got into a fight with someone I'd never met. I don't hurt myself unless I hurt myself, except when I gash open my hand by accident. I managed not to get blood on anything. I haven't hurt myself that bad.
A slender girl who haunts others' thoughts spoke to me. It was strange, she's never said hello before. It felt as though she knew, reaching out in kindness and courtesy out of a sense of sympathy or some such. I found it very odd.
A strange girl who haunted my thoughts spoke to me again. Two interactions in the past year collapsed into maybe a bit more than a week. She asked me how I was and I told her pretty awful, but good enough right now. It was close enough, and it's good to hear her voice again. Even if discussing her has been forbidden and I now don't count her, she still lives amongst the others in my heart.
One of the four and I talked, and for a moment it seemed civil and nice. I can't read that one.
I suppose it is a time for these things.
Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: Summers Tend Towards Heartbreak by Christopher (mix d/l)