Sometimes I get really empty, as if I can’t feel anything at all. I wrote a narrative about emotion in English but it was empty, too. Blank. That’s the word. I feel blank sometimes, and it worries me.
I’ve been wondering about that girl that was killed at my school by her stepbrother. All the kids who saw the gun in his backpack said they thought he’d never do it. During a discussion one of my teachers said that some people have the capability, and some don’t have the stomach. But I think she’s wrong. I think, given the right circumstances, anyone has the ability to do anything. Anyone. The other way around, too; even those who do evil have the capability to do right. It’s not just a matter of knowing it, but a matter of believing it.
One of my best friends is obsessed with a thing called PostSecrets. (http://postsecret.blogspot.com)
She and our other friend have been thinking up things to send in all day. I even thought of one. (Mine being, I don’t write in pen because I’m afraid I’ll make mistakes.) The difference between us is, I’ll never send anything like that in because:
- I have a semi-anonymous blog, and why not just post it and save 25 cents
- I believe it is a neat project, but some things are best kept secret
- I have too many secrets that would make me cry to see them posted
So no PostSecret for me. As for my friends…It makes me want to cry anyway to know they have so many secrets, too. She had pages written down, I could see, but she only showed me two.
I guess the secrets they send are the ones they wouldn’t share with their best friends. Or maybe that’s one of the secrets. That I’m not.
