|12:27 pm - July 5th, 1998|
Well, I'm home.
I have not spoken a word since my arrival. No one's asked me to talk. I've heard Mum saying that "when I'm ready" I'll start acting like my normal self again.
When I'm ready? Ha. I'm sure everyone's expecting me to come out of this melancholy mood I'm in soon. But that won't be the case. After all, I lost three of my best friends this year. Sally Anne, Susan and Justin. It's just Ernie and me left, now.
I know it's been a few weeks since the battle, but... This is going to take quite a while for me to come to grips with.
At least I'm getting better physically. The bump on my head has disappeared, and I can get the bandages taken off my arms tomorrow.
Mentally, though, I'm a whole different story.
Current Mood: blank
Current Music: Shania Twain - "No One Needs To Know"