A bullet just blasted a hole through my window. I'm not quite sure how to feel about that.
It's so random. Life is so random.
EDIT- I'm alright. For a few moments I felt kind of strangely lonely. You know, 5 days later the cops find my body after neighbors report a smell and wonder why anyone would want to shoot the nice lady who kept to herself. But then went for a bike ride and feel better. If anything I feel nothing about it other than annoyed that I need to get my window fixed and that I have a hole in my couch.
It's so random. Life is so random.
EDIT- I'm alright. For a few moments I felt kind of strangely lonely. You know, 5 days later the cops find my body after neighbors report a smell and wonder why anyone would want to shoot the nice lady who kept to herself. But then went for a bike ride and feel better. If anything I feel nothing about it other than annoyed that I need to get my window fixed and that I have a hole in my couch.
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In time, I hope to continue to do it, but perhaps in a more diciplined capacity. Fact is, I spend too much time on here, and we all need to disconnect sometimes. This is my time. It'll all work out though, and in the meantime, you are more than welcome to keep in touch with me. My AIM username is in my profile, or you can PM me and we can exchange e-mail addresses.