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No time for love Dr. Jones
2003-11-05 03:12:10 (UTC)

There are no words...

Seriously, I cannot find words to describe the way this
thing makes me feel.

A few days ago I received an email from my mate Ryan with a
newspaper clipping attached. The newspaper article was
a 'On this day 10 years ago...' sort of thing. This
particular clipping was about an event at high school, that
I don't believe I've spoken about before (at least in this
diary anyway).

When I was 14 there was a school teacher who was accused
(and subsequently arrested & sent to jail) of sexually
molesting a bunch of kids in his music class. It was a huge
thing at the time, big news for a small-ish sort of town
like Darwin.

I can't believe that was 10 years ago. It was such a big
thing at the time, but looking back it seems kind of
insignificant. It didn't really effect me psychologically
or anything, I don't think about it (very often), and I
haven't become some kind of sexual fiend because of it.

It makes me wonder why, when I hear stories of people
who've gone through similar things, they break down and
can't go on with their lives. Does it make me a stronger
person, emotionally? Or maybe it's more a case that I've
buried it deep within my subconcious, and one day it'll
stopped being repressed and come out and fuck me up.

As I said before, there is no words for how I feel, but if
I absolutley had to pick one...

Indifference.




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