Shaken?

Shocked?

Yah, the accident yesterday stuck to me. The horror stuck. Weird though the thing that sticks hardest, and I don’t mean stick like glue now but sticks like a sharp object… maybe not a knife but broken glass… so yah what sticks hardest is what was going through his head in those last seconds when he was clutching for his shit. Did he know? He couldn’t have.

I’m all scattered and was in a mean temper all day. I couldn’t connect to anyone. Didn’t want to. Just mean.

I am tired.

It’s like.. it’s like… like looking at people and seeing under their skin.

Grotesque.

I am tired. I want to go to sleep for a long time.

I want to go somewhere and be alone for a long time.