Today everything went on as usual. My mother went to work this morning, my father headed to the roof with a whole armful of papers he seemed to have gathered up at random. We ate breakfast together this morning and it was mechanical. Not as in THEY were mechanical - I'm pretty sure I haven't been gifted with the perfect robot family - but as in everyone was just going through the motions of the morning. There was no spontaneity. Nothing. It all just happened.
The Network's full functional this morning. All systems are go and it looks like another gas free day! Or half day anyway. It seems to be coming and going a lot more than usual these days. Scientists have been trying to find a way to pinpoint how and when it will arrive, so they can produce some sort of early warning system. But that's not how the gas works. It comes and goes as it pleases, it's not like the weather, it can't be predicted. I know that. We all know that. And they'd know it to if they just asked us. Sometimes it's almost as if it's alive. Looking down on us as it kills off our kin...
That, admittedly was a bit dark.
I got an interesting email today, from one of the people I emailed looking for Berry. He said that they'd had an interesting conversation with someone masquerading as 'me' on my email. I read through the conversation and it's a bit crazy. Ok, a 'bit' is an understatement....someone's lost a few screws somewhere or something. Let me assure you now - I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH IT. And I'm a bit ticked off with the idea that someone has access to my messages. I'ts a complete invasion of my privacy and I've had just about enough of invasions over the past few days. First someone invades my home and now it's as if they're trying to invade all the other parts of my life aswell.
The thing that's got me is that whoever it was said I wasn't able to get my answers yet. WHEN THEN? I just want to know what's going in MY LIFE. Yes. MINE. I wish whoever it was that decided to mess with it, could understand that. I'm waiting for all this to end. Or for someone to come and rescue me. But I stopped believing in fairy tales when I was 7 because none of them were realistically possible.
So there'll be no white horses for Angie I guess.
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