Friday, May 12, 2006
toy soldiers

sighhhh

i'm a social wreck. i can't even hold a proper conversation with my own cousin. who is our age. i came home and whined to my sister (who stayed home sick with freshly painted vampire-red nails), who exclaimed, 'it isn't even a social situation, he's your cousin!' yeah thanks i know. =( social wreck, social wreck. come to think of it, i can't even talk to my current classmates. sigh.

will i lose my dignity, will someone care? will i wake tomorrow from this nightmare?

it frightens me that you're ageing. the little signs; your white hair and slow walk, the way you get tired so easily. but it would be even more frightening if you didn't age, even a little.

and because one-word answers are so fragile, i wish you wouldn't throw them at me like a hand-grenade.

i don't even know why i try, sometimes.
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