Beverly has lost its charm for me. I have a shitty job, and a disgusting apartment. No one gives a fuck about anything except themselves there.
But yet, here, home, is not much better. The kids I graduated with a either addicts of some sort, in jail, or selling fucking Mary Kay Make Up trying to win pink Cadillac.
So I am left laying here in bed with my sleepy girlfriend snoring next to me, and my cat bouncing around the room. This is all I have and I am actually okay with that. I don’t care to associate with many anymore.
I’m sick taking care of everyone else and cleaning up their pathetic little messes and petty bullshit.
So with all this, I am researching how to be able to spend a semester on a boat and travel the world. I will bring my cameras and my sketch book and just see everything ever. Get out of this fucking country.