|Author:||dramaelf (Authenticated as dramaelf)|
|Date:||June 27, 2012 at 12:56:35 AM|
|Reply to:||Since the board has been kind of slooow... by Billina|
Mine is a middle-aged man, hiding a deep dark secret, and I like bears, so time to figure out how to use imponderable... Please comment with opinions!
I quit the university today. The dean protested as I expected, but I've never been terribly popular with the students(they are far too sensitive in my opinion, as well as completely bloody entitled), so he didn't do so for long. I have a decent enough pension to take care of myself and Dorian. I'll figure out what I'm doing with the rest of my life later.
I really can't handle seeing people anymore. Every useless interaction and inane conversation makes me want to go completely insane. And honestly, everything anyone does gets to me now. I think my wife was the only thing connecting me to the world. Well, Virginia's gone now, and I'm losing my mind.
Those dreams I've been having aren't just dreams anymore. I'm seeing those things when I'm supposed to be awake. I've had a lot of things said about me, but I've always been of a sound mind. Lately, though, there have been voices and thoughts in my head, violent ones. It's completely imponderable that I'd do something so drastic, of course, but I'm worried for my son. Tomorrow I'll teach him to use a gun. He should learn to protect himself, and I'm not completely sure what I could do.
James Hunter, Wednesday the 27th.
We're all in the gutter, but some of us look at the stars.
This message was edited by the author on June 27, 2012 at 12:59:27 AM
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