I Put on a Happy Face

So Cecilia is in town and we have been having a blast (or at least I think so because I never go out unless she, dalit or joey are in town) but I think my mom is right......I am depressed. I don't know what I have to be depressed about. I am verrrrry blessed to be able to have everything I could possibly want handed to me on a silver platter (with a side of neurotic foreign parents) but I feel like something is missing. I don't know whether its that I need to find a girlfriend [to keep me busy ;-)], I need to study what I REALLY want to study [seriously, what can I do with a french degree??] or that I am just stuck in a rut here in El Paso with no way out [ok so maybe there is a way out but I'd be in debt for life]. Whatever it is, I feel like I need to fix it ASAP!! I go around everywhere and though I may look happy, anytime I am by myself (or all the time), I wonder what everything might be like if I weren't here. Would anyone miss me? I don't think so. Don't get me wrong, I could never kill myself, I am much too shallow to ever do such a thing but I can't help but wonder, if I ran away, what difference would make to anyone around me? So I might be a little tipsy right now because there was much more tequila in my drink(s) than there was margarita mix but doesn't the truth usually come out when people have a little (or a lot) of a buzz going on?

Whatever,
FF

P.S. I'm suprised at how well I can type when I'm drunk.
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