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Enough | Nov 20 2002

There’s something sad I can’t write about because it concerns a person who might read it. Of all the bad things I can think of, one of the worst would be for this person to read this thing I can’t write and know my true thoughts. This in itself is sad because I want to write my true thoughts and can’t. I’ve thought of different ways to disguise my true thoughts so that this person won’t figure them out, but in each case I either ruin the story or fail to disguise my true thoughts enough. Anyway I tell myself that anyway it’s just a sad story like a million others and that everyone knows what sadness is, so in a sense the world doesn’t need another reminder that sad things happen because the world already knows all too well about sadness and besides if the world has forgotten for sec (I don’t know how exactly, but let’s just say), then for christsake let it.