It’s too loud around here
September 29th, 2007 at 4:18 am | Comments |
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You know, sometimes cemeteries are okay. Not because of the dead people. Dead people are more trouble than living people half the time. I just like them cuz they’re quiet. The funny thing about cemeteries is that they’re usually pretty empty. Empty of souls, I mean. Obviously they’re full of dead bodies. But that’s really all that’s there—dead bodies.
Most people would expect cemeteries to be full of souls, but that’s not how it is. Maybe spirits don’t like to be by their bodies or something. I dunno. If you ask me, I think they just get really bored. I always see them around other living people. Most people don’t even notice, but for people like me it can get really annoying pretty quickly. I mean, there’s nowhere you can go to get away from those guys. Door and walls and stuff don’t keep them out. Sometimes I just want to be left alone for a little while, you know? It’s bad enough having a dad who barges in on me all of the time without having to deal with random souls doing it too. Can’t a guy get a break? Sheesh.
So, yeah. That’s why they’re okay. Cemeteries, I mean. No one—alive or dead—bugs me there.
So I guess this my journal
September 14th, 2007 at 8:43 am | Comments (3) |
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This is…different. I don’t think I’ve ever used one of these things before. I’ve never even had a journal before. Never had the reason, you know? So what do people do with journals anyway? I guess they talk about stuff they did that day. Sorry, guys. I’ll bet this is gonna be real boring ‘cuz today nothing really happened.
So I got up. Or maybe I should say that my idiot of a father threw me out of bed. What kind of dad is he anyway? He’s not very parental for sure. Had breakfast, then I went to school and stuff. I saw some of the guys and we hung out a little. Same old thing, right? Lectures and lunchtime and all that.
It’s actually kinda weird. Recently things have been so crazy, and I’ve been working non-stop. I guess today was just a fluke. I kinda miss days like this, you know? Normal days. Days where I don’t have to think about anything other than being a normal kid. Well, I guess you can’t really call what I was like before normal. But flowers in bottles for little dead girls is nothing compared to what life is like now.
…Huh. That wasn’t bad. I guess I could get into this journal thing after all.