Shitty shit and the shit that shits it out.

Getting over shit is hard. Especially when shit is people. I don't know why its so hard for me to be mad at people I'm close to, even when they lie. Being mad is a part of getting over so I'm told. Along with thinking about it and letting it bother you because the only way to get past it is accept it. If I don't think about it its gonna be even worse when it finally comes up, but if I'm thinking about it all the time and have bad dreams about it all the time I'm gonna be bummed all the time and it sucks. Alot. all the time. Gah.. I feel so shitty and inadequate and stupid and foolish and I told myself that I wasn't gonna be an angsty moody teenage girl and write about it but whatever. Fuck it right?

Coming back to california................

Haven't wrote anything in a bit.
I feel like if I had it would have been some angsty moody teenage girl bullshit and I'm not down with that even though I might feel like it.

I met someone one my way back down who was so wonderful and crazy and everything about our interaction was so wonderful and crazy because we were both out of our minds from riding the greyhound for days with no sleep. I found out we were floating around for the same kind of reasons and that we both wanted to travel to the south so after knowing eachother for a few hours we decided we are going to meet up in a month and go there and have crazy adventure times. When he agreed to go he made me play a game with him where I thought of the greatest thing ever and he captured it with my eyes closed.

I'm so excited.