Aftermath

Well, it's the next day. They say time heals all wounds. But I can't say that I feel a whole lot better. maybe I'm supposed to give it a little bit more time.

I feel numb. Really. There have been things happening to me today that would normally leave me jumping for joy (like I got full points on my 50 point notes . . . FOR THE FIRST TIME!!!) but I just don't really care anymore.

I've become so numb . . . -Linkin Park, Numb

I keep forgetting what happened, and I'll look around the room, wondering where Wilson is . . . and then it'll hit me again that's he gone. It doesn't feel real - I keep thinking that's he's going to walk in late like he used to, saying "Hey guys, why do you all look so down?"

But he's not.



It really sucks.

I wish there was something I could do to make it all better. But I know what works for me (the weird one) such as knitting, or listening to music, or blowing stuff up, does not work for the populace of the school.

man. people, if you need someone to talk to, I am here. Really. If I have to, I will leave my e-mail address for all you people to e-mail me at.

I wish I could leave you guys with a picture of Wilson, but this computer will not let me, so sorry.


~Izzy