This week marks the most amount of time I’ve spent with my family since I moved out. It only took seven days, but I eventually got called an alcoholic whore on the car ride home from the hospital.
Good news is Grandma’s better and made a really speedy recovery. I wish I could take her with me, she’s the nicest bunch of us all.
Cannot wait to go home to LA
It’s a really shitty feeling when you realize the people you thought were friends really weren’t.
Leaving for LA much sooner than I originally anticipated. I was a bit naive thinking our living situation could last four. fucking. months. We’re still friends and we’re still okay but we both need to move on with our lives.
In other news, the wall separating the digital and flesh versions of myself is crumbling and I think I’m okay with that. Mostly.
Sometimes I wish I could sleep until it was time to go.
Too many lovely people and things to see and do still.