Tomorrow I have a long trip planned. I don't even know why I'm going on this trip but it is way out of my comfort zone and I'm nervous. I guess the best explanation is that I need something to look forward to. But I feel this is an empty solution - much like an alcoholic saying he's going to cut back. Because when I get back I'll be alone again and I don't want to be - you can want until your skin falls off but it still doesn't make friends materialize. Actually I don't want just a friend I want somebody who deeply cares about my well being - selfish yes but I just think it's my turn. Today I tried to tell people that I was taking a long trip - but judging from their response it was a waste of time and left me dead inside. As the departure hour approaches I get more anxious because I know that I will be alone in a strange land - at least at home I have my channel changer and my bed. I keep picturing myself being the most miserable tourist ever wishing I was back safely tucked in the couch cushions sanctuary. So Bon voyage to this lost soul hoping he can squeeze something out of paradise lost. Which way - anywhere but here.
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