This is a show without the sounds. On Saturday, Aug. 19, 2006 at 5:38 p.m.
Look at me, again in a fight with my best friend, again questioning how close we are, how much we share. I don't know. We fought--or talked, I don't know-- till three in the morning last night. But I can't feel it. It was late & I barely remember the specifics, just the notion of anger and irritation. I spent three hours at the beach today and I'm too at peace to be angry. But when I think that a week ago she told me she wanted to be closer to her other friends compared to be & I think that school starts in two and half weeks I'm filled with a combination of anger, dread, & the notion that life is incredibly unfair.
