Weird how bittersweet it was ending my first year in Cali…
I had some observations that I hoped would prove me wrong. But really I was right all along. I have a powerful intuition. And I hate how many times I catch it predicting the truths that I refuse to see.
When I’m there, part of me loves it and part of me constantly wants to leave.
When I’m not there, part of me loves it and part of me constantly wants to go back.
There are some things still running through my mind. Thoughts that have driven me crazy and outgrown their stay in my head. The hours I spent thinking, wondering, wanting… when will I accept that some things are just not meant to be?
It’s driving me crazy. Why do I think so much about it? Why do I waste my time hoping when I know I’ve already lost?