Flowings of Your Everlasting Taffyman

Becky writes me and says what i need to hear.
A crowd of 12 or so turkish teens watch me draw terribly...
they ask if they can see my book, I flip through it quick so they cant see the flaws.
the italian guy returns and sleeps in my room, which means no staying up late writing, drawing or talking...
they turn the volume up on the tv here when the conversation gets loud..
I didnt get any of my homework done, in this entire time of having internet access.
I didnt finish any stories...

a weird fucking day...
i leave tomorrow morning for Athens...
excited about change... weary of travel..
I blow opportunities for life time experiances... wishing i were home and comforted.