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2006-09-02
I’m amazed by the impact of other people
I’m alone here, and I’m forcing myself to feel it
I’m alone, lonely, allby myself
I really just want today and tomorrow to end so that I can

The past night was good
The hotel was fine, and i didn’t think much to anything
And then today i was going down to stcatharines
The hotel helped me to find out how, and i took the shuttle back to the airport, where i baught an expensive ticket for an airbus
I didn’t realise at first how expensive it was,
But as we went down i came at peace with the fact that i’ve paid 500 kr to get down south one hour.
Anyway, i got right to the hotel and i’m well
No more complaints about that
However,
The very nice bus driver made me mad
Or, he made me mad afterwards
Beacuse he made me worry
When he found out where i was staying he became very worried
And asked me if i knew what kind of place it was
And he made me understand that it was no good
And when he dropped me off he looked at me, as if he left me there to be killed
And told me to be safe
Or was it take care?
Well he was very worried anyway
So, naturally i got worried too
I mean, it was the cheapest hotel we could find
And i know nothing, about anything here
So i thought oh no, it’s gonna be some ghetto by the bus station and i’m gonna get killed for having blue eyes
Because those things happen...
I mean, how many times haven’t i’ve been harrassed in stockholm for no reason?
None perhaps?
Why would a small town in canada be the cetral of evil?
And then, there were noone at the hotel that i could see and all curtains were shut
And i started to imagine what goes on here
That if i left the room it’d be robbed when i got back
And all of the prostitutes and wild... what? Parties? Like the one i had at my place a week ago?
Seriously?
After being upset for a while, there were people coming
And they looked normal
Not at all murderer-looking
And more people came, with children
And people my age
And just now a middle aged couple
So, who’s gonna kill me?
I’m guessing noone, why would they?
I’m free of my fears
Somehow my headache is gone now too
Perhaps that charming bus driver was just an evil package trying to ruin my day?
And well, seen as how it’s almost 5 o’clock you could say he did
With some help from the never ending rain
I don’t feel like going out at all
But i guess i have to, if i want to eat today....
Perhaps i’ll be stabbed on my way back
Or perhaps i’ll just get invited to the party that will be next door i’m guessing from the people passing by oputside talking about how they need more beer...