cigarrettes, gin, cookies, pens, and an arm full of “Don’t ____”…
I drink a lot. My blood is probably wine and liquor at this point. I really need to stop.
I opted to leave San Diego to not be in the vicinity of sadness i’ve created in my own home for this weekend. This is my gift to myself for Valentine’s Day. I’ll see you tonight San Francisco.
The 13th can’t come any sooner. I just want to leave San Diego, now… My life hates routines. It can stand some punctual responsibilities but my life as a whole constantly needs to shift. I’m also afraid of being in a place where I am visibly struggling emotionally… I don’t mind being embarrassed, unless it involves pain or betrayal. Maybe I’m just as scared to admit to people that I hate being in a state of being unhappy, feeling disappointment, and mentally stressed in general.