Diary of an Outcast
Entry 2
21/01/07
Today wasn't altogether that much different than yesterday. One of the guys in my class kept head butting the wall. It was a weird experience, watching that, everyone was laughing at him. The teacher was ignoring him. And I was just watching. I wish I had at least tried to stop him. In the end I know why I didn't. One small part, it was my morbid fascination of watching his self destructive behaviour reveal itself so violently. But mostly, I just knew I couldn't have stopped him if I tried. A girl, Harriet, I think her name was, tried to stop him once. She got a black eye for her trouble. I should probably mention that this guy, Tommy, was not completely right In the head. Simply put, he didn't really understand what he was doing, he just knew that he was angry.
There have been times when I have wished that I were more like him. That I saw the world so simply like he does. That I didn't see all the pain and suffering going on around me, of all kinds. But in the end I'm glad I do see it. That I can see it means I am alive, that I can help. Or try to, at least. I guess I'm in a weird reflective kind of frumpy mood today. Frumpy. Is that even a word?, if it is, what the hell does it even mean?.
Notes
Just a short one, got the idea from something Andy said in an interview but changed 'cos I couldn't quite remember all the details and it seemed better this way. I hope you like it
