I'll look back at this in seven months and laugh.

I'm wondering where I am at this point in my life. I'm standing at a crossroads and I'm not quite sure what I should do. I don't want to trap myself in a box, but if I'd rather do that than stay in this hick town. I walked down the street today and I couldn't stand it. I never belonged here. Everything about this city is so wrong. Los Angeles is a place for lonely people. It's all lights and no heart. It's a place where no one can touch you, and that's supposed to be a good thing?

I could never stay in one place for too long. I get anxious and fearful of being stuck, grounded on the floor upon which I rest my feet. I get bored easily and my boredom reminds me to keep moving. Can't stop, won't stop. The rules don't apply to me. Whoever said I was playing the game at all? In love, why do we play a game where the odds of winning are stacked so high against us? Simple. The reward is greater than the risk. What's another broken heart compared to being alone on a Friday night? Let's do it again!