4:20 in California? But the clock now says 4:06 AM.
Oh wait, Vector must be a time traveler. It all makes sense now. As much sense as anything 4 in the morning makes anyhow.
My computer was bought defective and the clock is constantly mildly fucked up.
It is about 10 pm here in Austria. I would sleep, but my insomnia has been getting progressively worse, and I know this feeling. Won't be a good night.
In the words of Adam Young, I'm too tired to fall asleep.
Yeah. I wish I could do something, but my friends who were going to go play laser tag with this guy just don't seem to care that he's, you know, train'd. They apparently didn't have enough relationship to actually care, and I had even less relationship so I'd feel like a dick telling my IRL friends "hey, someone I spent all day every day with in class for two years decided it was time to kick off this mortal coil."
Why don't they care? I don't really understand. This is nasty young-person-of-my-near-acquaintance death no. 5 for me, and I still manage to care. Heck. . . this is suicide #5 at that spot so far this year. Last year there were 12. Young people. That's the way things work in this town. Young people kill themselves at the tracks.
The other small-friends forum I post at: my friend whose cat died was (rightfully) given reams of attention, but no one seems to care when my friends and relatives die. Including my former best friend. How can human beings abandon each other so fully? Did I do something wrong? That's a question I keep asking myself.
I don't know what to say, really. I feel like my brain is unraveling a little, and I keep talking because I just want someone to realize that this actually matters.