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colour me bad - 2000-08-16
I don't know what to think. There has been an accident that has really turned this town inside out. It's tragic, it's sad, it's frustrating. I knew, and used to be pretty good friends with, somebody who died. I feel horrible... but mostly because deep down I feel that I'm not feeling horrible enough. Make sense? Truth be told, it would not have broken my heart had I never seen him again... But not like this, I did not ever want this to happen... And I think about my accident last week, and how easily he could have been saying this about me. Christ. It is very frightening to be alive sometimes. The best thing to do, is remember the good memories... And sympsthize for a family that has been ripped apart by frustrating and unjust circumstances. It's really all I can do. Death must be a celebration of somebody's life. He had a great life, this I know... I can't talk about this anymore. I called fishy immediately when I heard the news, and I don't know why... I could barely even speak to him, but he was the one I wanted to talk to. Maybe because he was there... I can't talk about this anymore. --- Tomorrow is another day off and I was supposed to go and pay my tuition. I think I will hold that off, however. I really shouldn't because I won't actually feel like a student until I do. I really need to feel like a student. I don't feel like King Kwik Mart anymore... And I don't even feel y2k that much. What made up y2k is fading into a dead shade of grey. I need to add some colour.
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