July 27

 

Well today, was different. I awoke and looked at my inbox, knowing that I would have a message from her, I opened it and was happy, happy that it was all over, yet I could not help but wondering why she would not liberate herself. I did not expect her to say most of what she did, although I was glad she did. The class was full today, a nice change of pace since it usually resembled a ghost town, but there were also too many eyes watching my every move. I changed seats twice and still I could not concentrate. My mind was slowly churning, trying to catch up with the over stimulation the world so graciously offered. I gazed at the map for a full hour, trying to grasp the meaning of all it’s twists and turns, staring intently at the Central American country of Belize, wondering why they even bothered. I walked home, I hate walking home, and people always look at me.