June 2002.

I sat outside on my doorstep today.
all day.
from morning to evening.
I can remember those days when I wasn't afraid.
When I never had a care.
Now I can't sit without watching the sky light up.
The sound of all these damn explosions.
Keeping me awake throughout my night.
There's nothing I can do anymore except pray to God.
Pray that things will turn out right.
Hope that I can live to see next year.
God save us all.

I wish the summer would smell the way it used to.