The Dandelion Corner

I wasn’t enjoying the feeling at home, so I made this place my home for a weekend.

I can’t wait. I need to get the fuck out of America. 

I can’t wait. I need to get the fuck out of America. 

cigarrettes, gin, cookies, pens, and an arm full of “Don’t ____”… 

Mission Trails Regional Park hike with the boys.

I drink a lot. My blood is probably wine and liquor at this point. I really need to stop.

I felt heaven once. That was here. That was today.

I felt heaven once. That was here. That was today.

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. 

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. 

Run

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.