I've got a pain in my chest. I've probably been too bent over, but sometimes I think I have a respiratory problem. I know it might be likely I've inherited my father's asthma, but that cleared up as soon as he came to Canada. So don't know, really.
One thing that bothers me about talking to people is that I keep assuming they can sense my emotions as easily as I can sense theirs. Online it's even worse, because I don't have that constant feeling telling me how they are. I often get confused, probably worse than most. So I don't know how certain people are feeling now. It makes me feel... helpless.
The other day we had to write something that implied a lot in very few words. I wrote this:
Like an angel cast from Heaven it fell towards us, making no attempt to stop itself, and just before the flash I told Erika that she was beautiful.
I'm becoming very concise.
Also I'm still sick. Possibly tetchy, but I hope not.
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