why is your soul so fucked up, bwoy? who's driving your plane, bwoy? is that a hurricane, or someone else? i think i know ..

man when i read my journal entries, they sound so dark and apocalyptic and depressing. y'know, i am not like that. it is just that i am compelled to write when i am in such a melancholic state.

on the other hand, those thoughts do form the basic web of my understanding of the world around me. so maybe i am a bit gloomy person.

i do have less fun lately, compared to what i am used to. my weekends are not so fun anymore. i want to be happy, careless, young. and i am not old - 26 years - i am just getting started with my life.

i was talking today with my friend. he got fired, enrolled to volunteer on a music festival, ended up hiking with some strangers he met there, driving around in a funny car painted in colors of the mexican flag around croatia. now he is going around from town to town, has friends everywhere, without concrete plan. he says, he will probably find a job again - but not a career, because it would distract him from life too much.

oh yes. and once, i though of him, as a simple man, in a bad sense. now, i realize how silly i am. he might be simple, but in a best possible way. he is doing many things, that i yearn to do.

f*ck i am confused lately. ˇ_ˇ