whistling past graveyards

[likesthecoat]

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You know, it's not every day in this job that the bad guys are ordinary people.

It's happened before, of course. What we thought was something malicious and powerful turned out to be petty and small. But still evil. Make no mistake about that.

This . . . I can't say it was evil. More that it was desperate--the same kind of desperation that drives people into a frenzy to feel.

When I want to feel alive, I run. I swim. I cook. I visit family. I talk to friends. If I'm very lucky, I make love.

I can't imagine a life so empty that the only thing that gives it purpose is to risk death.

Comments

[need-to-believe.livejournal.com]

Sorry. Today's shaping up to be one of the bad ones.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

The bad ones?

[need-to-believe.livejournal.com]

Sometimes the memories just get a little overwhelming, that's all.

I think that concludes my emo hour for today. I apologize.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

It's not trouble, I just don't understand at all.

[need-to-believe.livejournal.com]

I get that a lot. No problem.