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Sometimes I get this feeling like I'm in a movie. Each time it is a different one. Sometimes it's a big Hollywood movie, sometimes it's an independent one. In one I am a hero, in the other - a loser. Beautiful and ugly, fun and boring, happy and sad. I believe that they could make a hit movie in Hollywood out of my life. It could be a mix of comedy, horror, drama, thriller and whatever they've got. But they won't. So I'll just continue living in an unexisting Hollywood movie. Maybe, when I'll die, people will see the ending titles. |
| I like kitchens because they are full of knives. Big knives, small knives, sharp knives... But I hate cleaning the mess in there. |
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This is the third night I'm going to spend up in the attick of an empty building. Everybody says it's hunted, but so far haven't seen anything unusual. I heard voices at night, but I can't be sure that it was a ghost. Maybe it was coming from my dream. There is no light in there, no water. Nothing. I got some candles to keep me company. It smells like dust in there and there are spiders everywhere. Some of them are even dead. That sure is a lovely company. Work sucks as always, but lately I got numb to those things that annoyed me before. I have another month (and a half) to work in this place, then I'm taking a hike to another country. Maybe with the money I make I could travel to Thailand. See all the beautiful places: beaches, waterfalls.. It's my birthday soon, and it'll be the first birthday away from home. I will be working on my birthday, instead of celebrating. I don't regret leaving home. Even if there were times I wished I wouldn't. I mean, fuck it. This is the way it should be, right? |