Well now..
10 more days of work 20 more days of California. I'm scared, down right terrified. I'm a mess, moody, angry, sad. I'll be a bigger mess the sixth when I board a plane taking me to a different life. I know my problems will follow me. I know that I can't run from the disfuntion that is my normal day to day self. I just have a small hope that maybe I'll get it finally and quit being a fuck up. I really need to go see ocean before ocean is no longer a possibility.