February 12, 2005
"Um, OK, I have to go now. Please don't follow me."She walked away, afraid of me. She had every right to be. I was crushed but I deserved it. I deserved far worse. If the universe were just it would have rained hot ash on me. I would have burned into the concrete beneath my feet. I would have blinked out of the world, melted into the pavement. The people on the street would see my demise as something that they understood. As if people like me disappeared like this all the time. That's how it should have been.