February 01, 2007
what I feel, actually, is sad
but not hysterically so; I'm paralyzed and worried, about big things beyond my control, and I don't care so much about what's right in front of me
my daughter said, "I think about death."
none of her friends knew Guy, and she doesn't try to talk about him anymore, because she feels they don't understand, they see her as a crybaby
Posted by phoebeg at February 1, 2007 10:56 PM