[Macd123]

Okay, so I haven't posted in awhile been busy pretending I'm Marco Polo on antidepressants. So I hopped on a plane and flew 5000 miles trying to get away from my crappy life. I've been in Italy for eight days and have been to Lucca, Pisa, Florence and San Giamano. Well you just can't escape your own skin. I mean it's definately been different and everyone speaks a different language (duh) but I'm still lonely and dreading returning to my homeland. The reality is there ain't nothing to go back to (my fridge being te exception) relationship/friendship wise. You see when I'm home I live in this pretend world where I imagine the few acquaintances I have (baristas, checkout clerks, neighbors, etc) actually care about what I'm doing. I even thought about buying a couple of them gifts when I was over here - that's how desperate I am to have a connection. But I know that they aren't really in my life and that I'm just the Mad Hatter in my own little wonderland. Well enough of this - I'm tired and I gotta catch a plane back to Percatory in the AM. I just felt a cold wind - Ciao.

[GandalfTW]

Very entertaining post and you should write a novel.How can i help,i can't because you are me and i am you and we are all together...koo koo ka choo...