Kuto’s life no. 167

Kuto awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside his window. It was a beautiful day, but Kuto didn't feel like enjoying it. He had been living on the small island of Sint Eustatius for six months now, and he was starting to feel stir crazy. He missed his home in Saba Bonaire, and he missed his friends and family.

There was nothing for him to do on this tiny island, and he spent most of his days wandering around aimlessly or sitting in front of his computer playing video games. He had made a few friends here, but they were all locals who didn't really understand him. Kuto felt more alone than ever before.

He got out of bed and got dressed mechanically, not even bothering to look in the mirror. He grabbed his keys and wallet and headed out the door, not knowing where he was going or what he would do when he got there.

He wandered around town for a while before ending up at the beachfront bar that was always filled with tourists. He ordered a beer and sat down at one of the tables near the water's edge where he could watch as people laughed and played in the waves. It only made him feel worse seeing how happy they were while he felt so miserable inside himself§1000000000