all of these lines across my face tell you the story of who i am.

i am right where i should be.

los angeles is different this time; it always is.

aside from being here to see laura ('s beach) and geoff there have always been other things.
last march i needed to be away from someone. it was getting to be too much for me to handle mentally and emotionally, and the coast always seemed(seems) to help me find solace in this whirlwind and somewhat clusterfuck of a life.
i don't want to go into detail of how last summer was. but i did have someone waiting for me to come home. which i know now kept me going.

yesterday while on the plane i realized that i don't really have either of those this time.
i'm not escaping anyone or anything in ohio, and no one in ohio is waiting for me and missing me and writing me letters while i'm away.
no one is here in los angeles making my life fucking weird.

i am here to enjoy myself.
and to reconnect with myself.
i fear work has kept me from doing both of those things.

everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.

but i know it won't last.