The signals of a broken mind...
May. 31st, 2002 01:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
janestarzThe talks are over. All that remains is the Homecoming Queen and her sobby roommate.
The homecoming queen now is cheerful. Despite her actions and the pain she has inflicted on others, she is cheerful. Perhaps the fact she has been given another chance, even for such a short period of time, has made her believe all is well now.
Even though I told her I was very irritated with her walking into my room 10 times a night, she still continued to do so yesterday. I was trying to not think of the talk, of her, of the problems that have been unleashed (by...?) on my life, the rabid dogs barking at my heals. And she keeps walking in and out.
I told her I wanted to have my mind rest. That I needed to be alone and process things. She understood that, I think, and she finally left to her fathers' place. To annoy him, no doubt.
On the cupboard door was a note. We agreed there would be notes. To let it be known when she would be there. So I'd know what to expect, and when not to return home.
It was a confirmation she was gone, and that she would return. It was a pink confirmation she still existed in my life. Pink, of all the colours, pink!
Tjerk was in school this morning. I told him my horror story, and he told me his. It was a nice talk, and it made me feel a bit better.
Right now, I'm in school. In a room with computers and the ones using them. The ones who have no clue how the computers work and dare disturb the knowledgable with their questions of "how?" and "what?".
Besides that, they cheer for the world cup. They shout and dance, watch and cheer. I really loathe the fact there's a tv in this computerroom. Why can't they just go home and watch it there?
The homecoming queen now is cheerful. Despite her actions and the pain she has inflicted on others, she is cheerful. Perhaps the fact she has been given another chance, even for such a short period of time, has made her believe all is well now.
Even though I told her I was very irritated with her walking into my room 10 times a night, she still continued to do so yesterday. I was trying to not think of the talk, of her, of the problems that have been unleashed (by...?) on my life, the rabid dogs barking at my heals. And she keeps walking in and out.
I told her I wanted to have my mind rest. That I needed to be alone and process things. She understood that, I think, and she finally left to her fathers' place. To annoy him, no doubt.
On the cupboard door was a note. We agreed there would be notes. To let it be known when she would be there. So I'd know what to expect, and when not to return home.
It was a confirmation she was gone, and that she would return. It was a pink confirmation she still existed in my life. Pink, of all the colours, pink!
Tjerk was in school this morning. I told him my horror story, and he told me his. It was a nice talk, and it made me feel a bit better.
Right now, I'm in school. In a room with computers and the ones using them. The ones who have no clue how the computers work and dare disturb the knowledgable with their questions of "how?" and "what?".
Besides that, they cheer for the world cup. They shout and dance, watch and cheer. I really loathe the fact there's a tv in this computerroom. Why can't they just go home and watch it there?
