I had written this in Italian, during my studies of the language in college at UC Santa Cruz. Several entries before that has the date of June 3, 1988, so I believe this was written before my student exchange year that started in Fall 1988, when I studied in Padova, Italy. It’s funny to translate it now – wondering how it’ll be in English. J
I guess that I’m feeling the loneliness of not having a true friend. I want to do things, speak, dream with other people, or at least with one friend. I can always do anything alone. At times, you need someone else for assurance, to not feel so alone. I want someone to speak life with, and also enjoy life.
I’m tired, but there’s a lot in me that wants to go out, to party, to cry, that wants to speak.
My eyes are closing, but my heart
The entry ends there. It just breaks my heart.