… sorry i haven’t posted in a while. I was sleeping…
for the past three years.
i moved across the country. currently living in los angeles. its been two and a half years and i feel like i’m still getting my bearings. one of the biggest things is feeling like i fit in, like i belong. and i guess in a city of transplants you’re never really going to belong.. but at least i thought i would start to feel like it.
i guess i figured since i was moving across the country that meant i had to “grow up” in a way – and i guess running a blog called storiesofastonergirl where i talked about failed romance and other thc fueled ramblings – i had to let it go.
but so far nothing else that’s come my way has offered even anything close to the solace of these stories. so i’m back. and for good i think this time.
because fuck it. honestly. i’m tired of feeling alone.
i can’t be the only one out here confiding their secrets about love and success or the lack of the two into the void.
who else is out there?
leave me a message. drop a comment. hit like. I’m pretty much back from the dead ya’ll. Lazarus rising. letsgoooooo.
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