Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Labor Day

Worst weekend ever. Paula came out. Left early. We could not get along. 

Her leaving so quickly and it being such a horrible visit feels like I'm sent back any progress of being used to living here. 

I feel sick to my stomach and back to needing to move back to California as soon as possible. 

Like, sell my furniture to move back to California. 

I know this too shall pass. Like it always does. 

But fuck it sucks. 

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