This is the end. - 2004-05-22 - 8:24 p.m.

This is going to be my last entry for quite a while. Possibly forever. But I've never really been able to stay away from diaryland permanently. Diaryland repulses me now.

So I went to bed so late it was early, the result of a conversation with a girl who lives on the other side of the world. I wake up and there she is. The pattern is strange. When I talk to her I feel as if it's been the same day for days. So I bought a piece of technology. A webcam. A crude attempt to keep the pattern going, with her and with others that have the same gizmo.

(p.s. I'm not in love with her.)

I drove. Riding on top of a 50 cc scooter that only goes 70 kilometres an hour, but in a way I was going much faster then the other drivers. 30 kilometres later and I'm back to where I was. What an achievement. When I get off of my scooter I think stupid things. Like, "It's nice to have long hair" and, "The music sounds good." Both are obviously true.

A girl sold me an ice cream cone. She said, "J'te remercie," which sort of means, thanks again. I said, "Pourquoi, parce que j'te fait travailler?", which sort of means. "Why, because I'm making you work?" She chose silence.

I hate this town for what it has done to me, or rather, what it tried to do to me. I'm sick of dumb laws and needing reasons to stay alive, and most of all, I'm fucking sick of all of the mullets.

I've been on diaryland for something like 2 years now. The majority of my entries have been lame impressions on what my life is really like. My life cannot be put into words. I found out what happens at the end of everything. It's not quite a happy ending, but not some tragic shit either.

Everything is not going to be okay. And I truly mean it.

<--- --->

Copyright allthatsleft@diaryland.com - 2002

Brushes: Misguided.Buddha