It’s 12:48 in the morning and I’m sitting on my computer talking to a friend. Every now and then, a noise and an orange color on the taskbar. As I sit here, talking to a friend I’m reading someone’s poetry. How good they write! Why can’t I write like them? Why can’t I express my feelings and pain even though we feel the same amount of it? Why does he get to write brilliantly and I get to wonder if my sentences make sense or not? I think it brings out the eternal question of why everyone can’t be happy? Why can’t I be happy? Why do I need to feel jealous? I’m above this!
12:52 I’m thinking should I erase this post? What will people say? What will my friends think? I’m thinking why should I care? If they are my friends, they should know the real me. But what if they leave?
12:53 Another sound and a flash of orange color. I wonder why I’m awake? I should sleep. Maybe it’s the drowsiness talking.
12:55 Publish
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This post reminds me very much of the way I used to write some time ago… but I think this one has a little more style than how I used to write.
jacky
4/12/07 10:39 im thinking about my math B test…. poops i think i did bad damit >.>
