2002-12-27 - 12:47 p.m.

we were talking and then it was just me talking. she was gone. her pupils were so big it was as though her eyes had turned from their usual light blue to an angry, vacant black. she was looking directly at me but she might as well have been unconscious, because she wasn't really there. for a few seconds she was just.not.there. then she was back again, answering my question as if nothing had happened. her brain had shortcircuited, sort of like an appliance in the kitchen. the thing is, you can replace a fucking microwave. i can't replace my sister.

prev */* next