What is wrong with being 23 years old? Why do I want to be 13? Why do people want to be with someone when we are not meant to be as couples. I long for relationship but in the end being stucked with just one person scares me. Another decent excuse not to get involved...?

Old people shopping. Oh why did I ever think that department store wouldn't be filled at noon. Old ladies, or younger, just pushing you aside when you're on line for the cash. Taking your shopping cart and just pushing those away while you're innocently choosing right kind of sugar for my bakings. Just being most annoying people ever. And yet they say that young ones don't know how to behave. Well, take my advice and go to the grocery store when you usually do. Don't get run over by your grandma.

I've decided to go to Vienna. This time it's for sure. I know it is. Why? Because I said so. I've already talked with my boss about vacation, I can stay at a friend for 2� per night. What more can you ask? Well, some money for flying or railway tickets, but that's not so hard. When did I get this snobby anyway? I used to go trough a month with under half of the money I know use. I mean what you got left after paying your rent and phone bills and stuff like that. And yet two days before payday it's all gone. What is it? Murphy's law ruining my life all over again? Wonder what would happen if they'd double my salary. Yeah. This one is going to keep me going for a while.

Uh, love life? Doesn't exist. Or does, in my wildest dreams. And in my stories. Which, I'm sorry, are on a hold for a while. Why? Because Mia - Cara is way ahead NYNY. And somehow I don't like to write it right now. I guess I'm not in the mood for New York. I'm in the mood for little villages and dark semeteries, my so called professional works. I think I live too much in a real world to get into NYNY right now. Well, there's going to be another dark night when I feel like this world sucks, which it eventually does, and then I'll give you a chance to get out of your life. 'Cause it would never happen, would it? And if it would, it wasn't the same. You'd loose your perspective. It's nothing like now. It would be real. This isn't. Then why do I write? Why do you read? It's just illusion we share.

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