I'm back. It's 100 degrees outside and I can't be bothered to move too much. The effort is just lacking.
I am slightly loosing my morale for blogging.
I can't explicitly say everything that I want to because of the fact that anyone can read this, and I hate being vague.
I am already slipping back into the mindset that I was in when I first moved to New York. There's just too much water under the bridge. I can only try to be understanding but I have no obligation to anything or anyone. It's as if I am not a real person... I am supposed to just take all of the shit that gets handed to me and still be sympathetic? Anyone else in my position would be just as frustrated as I am, if not more.
I don't want to to fight. I am exhausted.
It's not L.A. that I have a problem with. It's the fact that I have changed so much and everything here stays the same. Not the same in the comfortable, familiar sense... but in the claustrophobic, anxious sense.
It's ok though. It's all perfect. I won't feel like this for much longer.
P.S. I can't help but notice how cheesy L.A. is compared to New York.
