|Open Letter to God.
||[Jul. 19th, 2004|06:15 pm]
My right knee hurt so much today that I couldn't help on set construction for my friend's film.
This caused me to use the idle time to think, which also hurt.
I picked out a film, The Good Girl, which actually was quite a wonderful story . . . also, it was sad, and it made me hurt.
Then, I talked to Heidi on the phone, and I communicated my hurt. The communication hurt to communicate.
I slept for a while, and I dreamt of a really weird suspense thriller about kids and a dangerous criminal. It hurt.
The other day, my subconscious gave me a strange daydream about feces production and a city. That daydream hurt.
I'm usually never sure of who I am, in every sense, since I have been a child, just before puberty. This hurts.
I'm very lonely as of recent days, and this loneliness also hurts.
God, if You are a lonely entity, I can see how we are created in Your image.
Thanks I guess,
God, my mom's happy-letter arrived in the mail today, as I was about to post this. You are a sly entity, let it be known.