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The Journal of Trisha De Gracia In the time between
11/06/2003 09:12 p.m.
Hmm... ok, so I'm here, in B block, waiting for the boy I scribe for with the broken wrist to get back from the counsellors office. He won't, and the teachers knows this, so I'm here on the computer doing something i find useful.
ThudThud, ThudThud, ThudThud...
And I can't stop smiling when I think of him, and it, and everything. Except it's plain to me that in time this smile on my face may seem foolish. Maybe even stupid. Perhap even pointless. That it should not be there... because who knows... but why should I worry about what MAY come or what MIGHT be? That's not living, that's existing. PAh. Forget it. I'll keep smiling, and no one's gonna stop me. Whatever, I'm only like this when I think of him... and how much I care... and how I love the way that smile lights up when I'm with him... That alone would make being around him worth while. But thats not all of what makes being around him worth while... it's that laugh... and most of all that mind. That person there.....
Wow, Tristans Back. That's a surprise...
Overand out.
I am currently Amazed
I am listening to Nothing at all.
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