No, I am not developing a pattern.
So, I'm working one of those long ass shifts again. It's nothing special this time, no special prizes, just shit coffee, and supermilk.
It's cool to see the sunrise though. I suppose in a way, it is the only good thing about doing the night shift. I never see the sunrise otherwise, and most times I guess I don't see the sunset either.
Too bad really...I mean, I love it here, and I never want to forget my time here. Ican't expplain in words how meaningful this xperience has been for me. I have met so many special people, real people. I suppose that is one of the best aspects of the culture here, yeah there are knackers, but the majority of the people here are so hospitable and friendly.
Oh geez, wow, I had to stop myself, a little too much cheese there.
But in all honestly, I really wish more than anything that I didn't have to leave, that I could just stay here foreverwith you and forget everything about my past life, my stupid family, and my past friends, that generally were never really my friends to begin with. Oh well,I'll be back.
Curse, that was just a little tangent in my stream of conciousness, because I am actually quite distraught right now.
I don't know how to really deal with how I feel right now. It's scary. And it makes me feel like, oh shit man, I just can't deal with this.
Why does my fucking head always have to do that?
I swear, too much time to think is a bad thing sometimes.
I mean I am in a room full of strangers and I feel really vulnerable, and it makes me feel like I'm a little kid that has gotten lost in the rain.
Two hours. Two fucking hours.
This can be done.