Heading back to L.A. tomorrow.
LA hasn’t been very kind to me, I don’t look forward to going back. Nothing to do but tread streets that carry nothing more to me other than bad memories and gum pounded into the pavement. I feel entirely too detached from everything surrounding me, these pictures that still hang on my bedroom walls haunt me. I cannot take them down just yet, I have nothing to fill them with. I look forward to seeing my family, and my best friend. I think I’ll just stay home & read, drink some tea and wait until I feel that urge to drift again for weeks.
