12-29-05

2:17 AM

I don’t understand why they do this. Every time you do anything wrong, you can count on it. Their judgmental ways, their stares, everything. No one knows what I’ve done; but it’s not going to stay that way. Soon, nearly everyone will know and I’ll have to face them all over again. Their prying, killing eyes and questions. Their jaws dropping. Those questions from them; my friends, my parents, my conscience. And I know that once I’m gone, the stares, the judgmental ways, their questions and their whispers will not stop.