May. 10th, 2001
...someone at ucsb is dead or dying. again.
the last time I heard that many sirens was when D. Attias mowed those kids down on Sabado.
This will be #10 on the year, if my worst and most morbid fears are founded--and if my INNERMOST, sickest, most horribly haunting speculation is true, I know who it is.
Wait--no, she just IMed me. Which is a problem unto itself.
the last time I heard that many sirens was when D. Attias mowed those kids down on Sabado.
This will be #10 on the year, if my worst and most morbid fears are founded--and if my INNERMOST, sickest, most horribly haunting speculation is true, I know who it is.
Wait--no, she just IMed me. Which is a problem unto itself.
ohhhh god...
May. 10th, 2001 10:35 pmI want nothing more than to go out to terry's room, hug kate (I hear her, and she doesn't know I'm here) and listen to horace andy with them. well, maybe for kris to be here to enjoy this with me. but that's all.
but I'm talking to someone who won't let herself be helped. trying to crack the shell. it's not working--the best I ever can do is tire her out and wait for her to fall asleep. and I can't tear myself awy from the puter cause I'm afraid of what she'll do or feel...
fuuuuckkkckckc.
but I'm talking to someone who won't let herself be helped. trying to crack the shell. it's not working--the best I ever can do is tire her out and wait for her to fall asleep. and I can't tear myself awy from the puter cause I'm afraid of what she'll do or feel...
fuuuuckkkckckc.