Saturday, May 15, 2004

Sometimes I run, sometimes I'm scared

Dear Diary.Now I'm scared. Of the future. If I could turn back time and stay in Florida forever, that's what I would do. Because my life there was better than anything else I've ever experienced. Sometimes I want to be a child. I don't want responsibilities and I certainly don't want to grow old and die. OK, maybe I want to stay 21 forever. Some responsibilities are good. They come with benefits. I like benefits. Who doesn't?
I've come to think of my current existence. It's so lonely. Very few friends are around me at the time and the ones that are are either too busy, too broke or they just don't want to spend time with me. At least that's the way it feels. There'll be no vacations for me this year. That's allright, I don't really care about vacations any more. All I care about is my ordinary life.
Could someone please get me a job in Italy, before I go crazy in this land of cold psychopaths?