Dreaming While I am Starring at a Screen, Awake
Because I am "super sick", yeah, that's why.
Tonight was one of the single worst nights ever. Period.
I did not feel too well, so I didn't feel like bringing Becky to Thibodaux for the big "after exam" party. Staying home was about the worst choice I have ever made. Ever.
I thought Nicholas was going to call me, and he did, but I knew I could not talk to him. Stupid soccer. Oh well. Stupid soccer moms. I probably should not post this because like everything else, I am sure it'll come back to haunt me.
So, after the tragedy that happened today and the fact of not being able to cry about it to someone who understands, (or at least pretends he does). I found a chat room. That is something I had not done in so long. I talked to many people. A couple who were really cool. A couple who were not.
A 20 year old who loved classic rock.
A 15 year old who liked emo.
A 16 year old who liked the words 'da' and 'fer'.
A 18 year old who stood me up.
A 24 year old who was too good for me.
...and not one intelligent conversation.
Wonderful.
I am going. I might call Phillip and wake him up. I think I should go visit him soon. Love you Philpot.
Love,
Kay
P.S. Pollute the world with peace.