ten and a half. I'm starting to feel it one day later at the same date and time. I'm starting to feel the anger in my organs, justified. starting to feel the weakness of my breath, multiply by the hour and the lurching of my stomach twisting and jumping as a reminder. my lungs are decidedly pissed off. I don't blame them, I was so caught up hanging out with Pat, I plum forgot about their well-being. At least I did it though. No one can say at this point that I did not commit the act. I believe that is a pet peeve of mine and may have contributed. I hate being told that I cannot understand. I can do anything i set my mind to. Granted maybe this i should have just let lie though, in retrospect. I yearn to feel other peoples anguish so that i can point and say HA! see? now what? My maturity two days before my birthday would imply that I am not ready to die yet. I am so eager to go back though. even at this green age I want to go backwards. I want to start over and I want the ride to stop. Because I think that I could do it better given the information I have now. My lungs interrupt this confession to add sarcastically 'don't we all' *wheeze*.
-Kat