pissed
unexpected
fear (of hurting someone)
shock
confused
irritated
pissed
irritated
confused
shocked
depressed
shocked
confused
amused
surprised
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
event: the car wreck, that brought me here.
i was driving along, minding my own business and before i knew it another car was flying at me, all i could think about was not hitting the young girl i saw on the other side of it's window .. . . . . .
i rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and realized that my back/leg were in pain, that increased to a sensation like fire . . . . .
i pulled up to a traffic light and was struck by fear as had happened before seemed to flash in front of my eyes. . . . . . .. . .
person: my friend Thomas
we were covererd from head to toe with the glue, from the flooring we had been laying, sticky would be an understatement . . . . .
as the knife kept going, the most horrifying gashing noise followed by a half moan half yell, as blood began hit the floor . . . . . .
i stood there about to weep, as two people that i cared a lot about and that loved each other beat each one another to a pulp verbally
belief:that we belong in community
i was lonely, depressed and not only suicidal, but had attempted it as well. . . . . . .
on a rainy dreary day i came through the doors and my heart , face and whole countenance was set aglow. . . . . .
i had never believed it could happen, she who seemed not to want my presence to be real, was now asking if i would be alright. . .
i was driving along, minding my own business and before i knew it another car was flying at me, all i could think about was not hitting the young girl i saw on the other side of it's window .. . . . . .
i rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and realized that my back/leg were in pain, that increased to a sensation like fire . . . . .
i pulled up to a traffic light and was struck by fear as had happened before seemed to flash in front of my eyes. . . . . . .. . .
person: my friend Thomas
we were covererd from head to toe with the glue, from the flooring we had been laying, sticky would be an understatement . . . . .
as the knife kept going, the most horrifying gashing noise followed by a half moan half yell, as blood began hit the floor . . . . . .
i stood there about to weep, as two people that i cared a lot about and that loved each other beat each one another to a pulp verbally
belief:that we belong in community
i was lonely, depressed and not only suicidal, but had attempted it as well. . . . . . .
on a rainy dreary day i came through the doors and my heart , face and whole countenance was set aglow. . . . . .
i had never believed it could happen, she who seemed not to want my presence to be real, was now asking if i would be alright. . .
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