From 03/05/05:
I'm alone, which what I've always wanted, but now that I am, I don't want to be. It's very peaceful, something I'm not used to. The silence weighs down on me until I'm nervously whistling as I walk along the seashore.
Last night:
I'm at Mardi Gras, then Carnaval, then Cinco de Mayo. I don't travel between, I'm just there. I watch the people having fun and wonder when my turn will come.
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