I had this dream I had flown to New York alone. It was dark and somehow I just was there. I don't know what made that place New York 'cause I've never been there and it didn't look like NY in tv or any photos I've seen. But there were high towers. And then I knew I had to find a hotel or something 'cause it was night coming. And I found a little very weird hotel. I was probably the only guest there. Then I woke up in the next morning and I really can't remember what happened after that.

And now I wanna travel. I wanna fly. Far. Though I hate flying. I've been in a plane only once and it was horrible and cool at the same time.

This day is dedicated to all the happy people
All the happy people who have real nice lives
and who have no idea what's it like to be broke as f..

I've just been thinkin that I hate to be alone. I really hate as the hate word means verb to-not-like.

I've just been thinkin about that dog who had found her way to the library and was all alone without nobody who cares. And then police picked her up and took to a shelter.

I've just been thinkin that why some people say that people has to be separeted that they would appreciate time when she/he isn't alone. That's just...shit. I've never appreciated anything more than time when I'm not alone. And people who are with me. I've never had too many people around me that I would've forgot what it is to be alone. Shitshitshit. It's shit. It's not hard to understand people that have became sick because they've been too much alone.

Damn that dog. Where's her home?