Monday was a day for leaving class to cry. History class discussion of WWII was not helpful.Why do we always have to hurt each other? My imagination drifted and I felt as if I could feel generations of sadness and tension inside of myself and really the entire human race, ut this happens to me often. It is sadness for the suffering of brothers and sisters I never knew all over the world, dying, fighting, and scared at this very moment. Such numbness and intensity, and somehow simultaneous. Loneliness was the flavor of yesterday, I had dreamt the feeling of holding a partner. I do not want to forget what that feels like. Everyone else in college is so youthful and unburdened, or so they manage to appear. I think I must seem pretty cold and sarcastic to the untrained eye when I'm in a mood. In truth I am a mushball. I've been told that at times I look like an old man, to which I'd like to reply "sometimes I feel like an old man, but I am barely a man at all at 18. ask me again when I'm 40" I fear the damage that time has done and will do.

Thanks for listening.