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May 04, 2005 01:24

It always feels like I'm underwater, and everything is moving slower than it should, because all I'm doing is creating the past. Still yet, nothing here ever looks new to me. The only things you remember are things that stand out in your mind. You don't remember brushing your teeth this morning, because you do it everyday, and it doesn't stick out in your mind. That's how every day is becoming for me. I can't distinguish last Saturday from last night, or even this night. I'm sure by the end of the month when I'm in Florida, panicing about the days to come, getting lost in the busy streets, and starting an entire new job that I know nothing about, some memories will begin to burn themselves into my mind.

I've been living an all too depressing reality lately, and it's time I did something new with myself. Even if this becomes the great depression of my life, at least everything will be memorable. There's also the comfort of knowing that this isn't permenant, and I can come back any time I want. Then again, I think of my trials at Pizza Hut, and how that's the only type of job I can get around here, and I never want to come back again. Maybe I will anyway someday...who knows. I've met so many memorable characters here that I'll never forget, and I can't even begin to imagine meeting the same kinds of people in Florida. I just don't know. You can never be certain about something until you try it. That's why in a few years from now, I won't be talking about how I wish I would have went to Florida. Because, goddamnit, I'm going to give it a try.
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