sandwillow

Last night sucked. Rather, it was too good. I'm not talking about yesterday evening, I'm talking about sleep last night. It wasn't anything amazing, but it was good sleep. Then I woke up, and realized that I really don't want to be here. I want to go back to school, or England, or Prague, or something! This place is boring and depressing. To quote Tombstone, "Every time I look these people in the eyes, it's like a slap in the face." My hometown taught me what I hate about humanity, and now I'm drowning in it.

Edit: I know, it's a really down-beat journal. Sorry.

Jul 22: It's 4am again, and I'm still not asleep. I have to drive to the other house to sleep, see... The day got a little better, especially yelling at people on the Porch. That was nice. And sunset was gorgeous. And I had Ramen. So I guess today wasn't all bad. Back to work again tomorrow, serving old people toast and coffee...