my number one rule still stands:
never wait for anyone.
i can’t believe how easy it’s been for me to not care at all for almost everyone. i feel like an asshole like everyone and it’s making life so much easier. i recommend.
i think i finally know why i’m more homesick now than to the European adventures i did 2 years ago. I’m at home in San Francisco. I have my family and friends there. I have my own life there. 2 years ago, I still had LA in my heart. Now it’s all gone. I’m a transplant in SF and I couldn’t be anymore happier to be there anyways.
SF, i will see you next year. stay wild.
it gets easier when you remember everyone’s trying to replace someone.
tattooed men in suits are my biggest weakness.
i like how 2 years ago i was kinda almost down for a settled life after a 2 month european adventure but now…
fuck it. i’m never growing up and i’m never going back to where i came from.
If it seems like I don’t care, I don’t.