... Can you hear that? No, me neither. I hate this silence. I mean, sure, there's noises. There's my typing, there's the tv downstairs, cars outside, birds... but it's still silent. And everywhere I look nothing's moving. Like I'm in a painting. I switch the light on and I switch it off, but the room's still exactly the same. I listen to music but I can't heard it. The room is motionless and silent. A big white box. I'm nervous about everything these days.. Most of all about growing up. And time passing. It worries me that I'll never be able to go back to 4:56pm on the 24th of May, 2004. (One minute ago..) It's not like I did anything special then, it's just that it's gone now. I feel like I lost something. Even as I type this I'm losing seconds..