Idk why you’re sad. I don’t know why you’re sad and want to be left alone, or why you were on the phone or who you were talking to or why. I don’t ask even though I am curious because I know you usually prefer to not discuss these things. Idk why you make things out to be alright on Instagram when I know you’re not okay. I left you alone today… or yesterday now that it’s past midnight. I tried to have a good day and distract myself, and give LA another shot.
I realized I’m happier exploring a city when the sun is still out, on my own time on my terms, alone or with friends. I enjoyed the goth scene a few years ago and met some great people, but I’ve collected the good and sifted out the bad. It’s time to re-evaluate my expectations. Idk if it was really great at that particular time in my life and I got lucky, or if nostalgia was blinding me. My issues weren’t specific to this particular city, I mean LA has some issues but it has its good sides too, and I found some of them today.
I’m rambling this wine drunk from Hollywood. I’m an emotional wreck now that I’m alone again after running around all day. I skipped the second night of the music fest for an observatory and a comedy club, which was worth it imo. And I’ll probably go back to the event that brought me here tomorrow cause I care more about the Sunday line up than tonight’s. But nothing’s set in stone, I want to drive up the coast and see the water, or go to little Tokyo, a friend has a shopping request so I’m sure I’ll get there at some point before I leave. But I won’t worry about it and will decide tomorrow.