Sep 09, 2008 13:08
And now what am I supposed to do? Pud sent me that email laying out her own laments of her first two years here and how she didn't think she was going to make it either, about how Dasa and Sally aren't mad, they just want to help but I kust want to be able to go home without a fight. I'm running away lets go back three years and see what these entries say from this time of year. I ran away. And I'm still running and I have got to fucking grow up.
I'm so confused. Kiki isn't stoked with me either, I kind of ditched him the other night to go to a bar and he's 10 months behind me.
And I'm avoiding my brother but he's avoiding me too. And someone in this city is actually interested in me and not ignoring me for once, well, I ignore too, but I'm moving. I'm goinghome. I'm going to have a tiny place with marquitos. We're going to write music and I'm going to sing and we're going to have sweater parties and I miss it all. I miss everything.
I wish that life just handed answers out like cake at birthday parties. Oh I want cake. I love cake. I just had taco bell. I love taco bell. That volcano taco is genius.
Ok time to go wander portland bored out of my goddamn mind.