i wandered around at dusk. its what i did. i would just hit this point in the day where i would be so emotionally overwhelmed that i couldnt function anymore. wandering aimlessly around the old abandoned part of town was the only thing that felt right. i would always keep my head down and my fists clenched. like i said, its what i did.
even when i was little i would hit these point where all i could do was wander. i remember then that my throat would always get really tight i would hold my breath. i didnt do those things very much when i was older, but it felt like someone was squeezing my head. everyone has always thought i was crazy. maybe i am.
k.g.
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