This picture sucks.:(
My contract ended last Sunday. Had to say, there was a little bit sorrow for leaving this job. I did not love it, yet it was a piece of memory. Good memory.
Monday to Thursday, Wildwood became a ghost town with barely five people walking on the street, including me and two friends of mine. The wind blew so hard, i had to beg for an extra jacket.
Monday was easy and unusual, no work.
Tuesday was in AC. Lost 200 bucks on the gambling table, management dinner at Borgata, drinking game with another four in our hotel rooms. It was a good night, despite the fact that we had to wake up at 10 in the morning to check out.
I wish time would freeze and let me enjoy this life a little bit lomger. But I know I gotta return to reality, to my reality.
I could have re-scheduled my plane ticket to fly back home. However, living in this town is becoming like smoking weeds; You don't quite enjoy it, yet you don't see the point of not doing it.
So it is better to cut it off. My life has to move on, to a point that I can start again, to a point that I don't have to deal with your face, his impact or her image.
I do wanna leave, 'cause the loved ones had made my days so beautiful that I would be afraid of losing them soon.
Oh God, how am I gonna say goodbye?
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