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Wednesday, April 09, 2003

In the stark white room I sat on the stark white paper and talked to a stranger about my life. It crackled as I shifted nervously...

He asked about my future. He offered the services of his son, a freshman in college, should I decide to visit the school he attends. Thank you very much.

My mom knows all the wrong things to say.

The room smelled like body odor.

He infected my arm with tetanus bacteria which my immune system supposidly will destroy within a short amount of time, without it getting to the rest of me. All I know is that I'm keeping my right shoulder away from my jaw..

It aches. Last night I woke up and my hand was asleep becase I had been lying ontop of it. I moved it a little to try to get rid of the pins and needles poking me. I reached over and touched it with my other hand. I couldn't feel anything... It wasn't my own hand in bed with me.

I hope I hope I hope. (Hope for me.)

The show's over. Now is time to forget.


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