The crushing ocean, a refreshing death.
At my dads house, got into Cali. Wednesday, spent a few days in Patterson seeing some people, I love being able to leave town, travel thousands of miles and be truly alone. I love self-reflection, I love looking at my journals and seeing where I've been, what I've been through and realizing none of this shit is all that bad, life is pretty god damn good. I'm truly blessed in this life, I can write now, without the depression, the anger, the fear, my writing is happy and hopeful, beautiful, and I actually like it. I found some sweet music by a guy named Rashad, he wears a sheep mask and fairy wings when he plays, he's shy and makes great music. I saw my favorite palindrome, some old friends and some people who don't even recognize me. I managed to lose some body fat and I wake up every morning promptly at 9 am for no reason at all. I'm gonna be working out a lot, my dad has an awesome home gym. I got a bit of a tan which surprised me, considering I'm whiter than the middle of an oreo. For the first time in my life I was sore, fast food and traveling tears me up, I don't sleep much but I feel better than I have in months, I feel light and free and handsome, I get some kind words from people who don't know me very well and it makes me smile.
The California air is all I need sometimes, and it's better than ever.
The California air is all I need sometimes, and it's better than ever.