I’ve been so sick recently, I can’t breath I keep sneezing and I feel awful.
This is terrible, I’ve spent all weekend in my apartment, dying.
I think I go home today, but I don’t want to.
I miss my friends,
I miss my life.
I need a real job, I need money.
California May 13th, I’m living out everything I’ve ever dreamed of.
I have to make it, I have to show everyone what I’m capable of.
I have nothing.
If it wasn’t for my mom I’d have no problem leaving.
Everyone else will be fine,
but I know she won’t.
I love her, I love all of my family.
But I’m miserable here. I have nothing.
I don’t expect Cali to be much different as far as people, but it’s a new envirement.
A new chance to start over, Boston was never enough.
