A week passes.

Blog views in the past week: 0.  That has to be some kind of record.

The mayor of Chicago came to the library to announce a new funding program for kids.  He shook everyone's hand that lined up.  Everyone except mine.  He walked right past me, didn't even offer me a smile.  I don't think I have ever felt more invisible.

In my apartment(closet more like it) I keep a picture of my family.  I look at it while I lay in bed, and I imagine that I'm still back there, and nothing ever happened, and nothing ever changed.

I imagine that I'm still in love with her, and our date that night went fine, and I never took my eyes off the road, and I never hit the bridge embankment, and I never heard her scream, and I never watched the life leave her eyes while I waited on the ambulance.

I imagine all of this, then when I sleep, the nightmares come back.

A blog for the anonymous life...

My name could be anything... but lets just assume its Jo.  Short for Joseph.  If you had asked me five years ago where I would be, the answer would most definitely not be the slums of Chicago, borrowing internet time in exchange for cleaning the toilets at the library.

My life matters to no one.  I said goodbye to my old life the day my old life said goodbye to me.

I'm a man with no belongings, and a man that belongs to no one.  If I died, absolutely nobody would notice.

My family...I miss them, but they look at me with such disdain.  I can't face them.  It's been so long since I saw them.  Catty-did, my little sister.  She's grown up now I suppose...

I think I will go now.  This blog thing is depressing.