People

People are strange. You sit here and listen to people and watch people. You feel their pain from a distance or you watch them lose their temper and can't do anything to help them. I can feel people's feelings I can sense how you are. 'Tis a strange gift, and doesn't always happen. How odd. People have started to fascinate me. More and more. I saw someone today. I see them most days at school but today they looked very goodlooking, and most mornings they don't stand out. But today they did. Sending shivers down my spine as they walk past behind.

I have writer's block. I can't write. I haven't written anything in a long time thats worth reading and not for school. It hurts not to write.