Gah. Life.

Sometimes life gets you down. I still don't have a job after half a year. Jobs which a few years ago I would have at least gotten an interview for, those which I fit all the specifications for and spend a lot of time constructing personalised cover letters for, I end up not even getting a reply back from, given that there are 100 other guys out there with my stats but also a wealth of unique work experience positions. Its not nice. Especially as I hope to travel asap. I want this damn recession to be over with.
Thus ends the paragraph to which hundreds of thousands of others will reply "ditto".

It wouldn't matter so much except all I want to see lies outside the boarders of the UK. I can't wait until I can live abroad. Europe, America, Australia. It'll be brilliant. Make for better blogging too.

What brings me down most is the friend who I have spoken to in a year. She messaged me to ask if I could believe its been that long. I can't, I've been thinking that a lot recently. I can't believe someone I feel so strongly about is the only person in the world who doesn't want to remain in contact any more. Evil as it sounds I wish I heard I wasn't alone, but it increasingly feels like I am. Seems like people keep saying its time to find someone, although I'm not seeing these people find anyone, which is comforting, I like to think love happens at any age. I hate how I am when I'm attracted to someone; I told my friend I would move abroad for her, which at the time seemed like a smart thing to say, but I now realise made me seem like a weirdo. Pretty sure I've said that previously. Meh. Annoying. And depressing.

Life is short. And I've no idea what comes after. I like to think we all meet up but I'm not too sure about that. So separation in this life troubles me greatly. I really hope one day we're friends again.

Til then, it's time to alleviate the depression as much as possible. I've gotta get this job and save up for a world tour. I'm ever more set on a charity cycle to every state capitol of every state in the USA. Sometimes I doubt myself and whether or not I am really a good person. But I've seen enough cheezy movie blockbuster morals played out in real time to convince me that actions speak louder then words. I don't know how much a trip that stupid can raise but hopefully it'll be enough to make me feel like the good guy for once.