• Resentment •
Sunday, February 4th 2001 02:22PM
A weekend at the dorm actually isn't so bad. I wonder when I will ever actually do my laundry here...using the...omg...washing machine...and omg...dryers...
If you don't want to know...
If you know that you cannot be empathetic...
If you want to change me drastically...
If you want to give me some advice...
then don't read below this line.
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*RESENTMENT*
Those teeth looked like daggers.
Blunt teeth.
She talked about how a couple in a movie took opium.
The teeth glistened yet almost looked like they were covered by white powder.
*frustration*
It really doesn't help, you know.
It really doesn't.
She squashed a fly without realizing it when she sat down.
I screamed in horror.
I'll probably never talk to you again. Let me rephrase that. I will never talk to you again. I will not recognize you when you pass by me. I can sense it already sitting two seats away from you.
I never really said it.
I am sadist.
Not knowing is better than knowing.
I do not want to know.
Oh but I am curious.
Each life isn't that valuable.
No, I am not going to tell you.
It'll hurt you.
I'll keep it to myself.
She said, "Life is defined because a life can end; it can die."
"No." I said. "Life always continues. A plant passes it life to a seed. A seed gets it life from a plant. Life still continues."
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