Saturday, October 20, 2001
6:01 PM:
how nice is luis? luis lives in apartment one and i live in apartment four
he said hi to me as i was checking my mail and then he asked if i was ok?
i could not tell him what is really wrong. but luis would see that something was wrong; things are wrong in my head that i don't even have words for, and my hands become claws i can't type. and i am scared to breathe. but nobody else would notice except luis. only luis.
yes world, nothing is wrong. nothing, nothing is wrong at all.