Thursday, 6:58 a.m.   What do Rainbows feel like when you touch them? Whoa. So Lyke, wh0o0o0o iz taht "livingorgasm" person. omg. No, but really. Do I know him/her or is he/she just trying to be freaky? Because either way, he/she's succeeded at the freakiness. Honestly. *shifty eyes* Maybe I only come on to say this because it's really too early for me to say anything else. Things I want to say: It rained last night I laid awake for hours again Maybe not hours. Maybe my insomnia's going away There are more things I want to ask, want to say but everything is so delicate and fragile...It's too hard to risk ruining everything...As much as I want to know... Things that I hate today so far: Children Mornings My daddy Being told to smile Being poked in the bum by a skateboard School Being awake ------- I hear the rain tapping at my window in the dark night. "Come outside and play," it tells me. I tap on the window back. "I can't," I reply. "I have to sleep." I go back to bed, but the tapping gets louder and harder. "Then let me come in," the rain says. "Go away," I shout. I cover my head with my pillow and squeeze my eyes shut and the rain starts to cry little pellets of solid ice. The loud hurts my head. The mad hurts my heart. The sad hurts my soul. I close the window shades and huddle under the covers because the rain's tears make the room cold. Cold like my fingertips. Cold like the pads on my kitty's feet, even though his body is purring and warm and he doesn't understand why I shake and shiver and cry.