Soppy... avoid reading.

returning to California.

(August 3rd)

Last time I left for the west coast it was to escape. I'm not even sure what I was escaping from I left a wonderland full of good people and happy thoughts.

And sunshine.

And working legs.

And nudity.

And alcohol.

lots of it.

and empty houses.

and people with a lot of love and good energy

now

My bedroom is bare and my old stuffed animals

are collecting dust and mice shit

up in the attic.

the skies are darker, it rains a lot. And lightning. I don't remember lighting last summer. Maybe I just ignored it.

Maybe I'm just a pessimist

anyway

I woke up at 12:40pm today. I need my mental alarm clock back.

Maybe summers are different in College.

being home is odd.

it feels odd to be here, here is so different

Which brings me back to California. I used it to escape last time I left the east, and maybe I'm just ready to run away again.

running away from what?

I don't know