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Wednesday, March 24

Smog

Every time I come back here I get sick. Cough, sore throat, or heart. It doesn't matter. I get lonely, fed up, frustrated, lazy, and sick, sick of everything. I'm sick of the rain and it just started a little bit ago. Maybe an hour ago. I'm sick of getting up for classes every day, I'm sick of being so far away.


Surprisingly enough I want my smog, my super hot beaches, my sun, I want my So Cal. I want to run across the beach because if I stand too long the sand will burn the bottom of my feet. I wanna be as dark as I used to be. I want to not have to change every few hours because it goes back and forth from cold to warm. I want to not wear a jacket every time I go outside. I want to be with my loves! I miss them so much. I wanna be the one who goes to visit people, instead of begging people to visit me. (It doesn't make them crappy friends, it's a long drive up here, and I feel like I'm the only one who would love doing it all the time)

I want to not be sick, I want to be healthy, glowing, and happy.

I want my So Cal.

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