People don’t understand that the reason I spend as much money as I do is because it’s my way of distracting myself from being sad. But I could only spend so much money until reality hits again. And then I go back to being sad. But of course I’m gonna put it on like nothing’s bothering me or that I’m not thinking about just calling it quits and fucking off myself. And the amount of judgement I get from these fuckers because I refuse to be another carbon copy is honestly dragging me down. Their negativity is more than I can bear and all I have to say is fuck Hawaii. The scenery isn’t worth shit and I miss California like a motherfucker and I’ll be looking forward for the day I move to Santa Barbara and never fucking coming back.
I tend to fuck shit up along the way and honestly, I’m better off alone.