Moodless

I can't believe I'm here in San Diego. This is the worst weekend that I've been here thus far. I mean, when I got here on Wednesday night, it was pretty good into Thursday night. And now, it's just crap. I don't want anything to do with the hula girls. I also don't want anything to do with the choir. On top of that, I haven't even talked with my parents about anything that matters, like tuition or getting braces or having my wisdom teeth coming out. But even so, it's not so much that it's about me. I've just been so sour lately.

The fact that I spent $50 on Jon yesterday and not myself...I don't know why that is. And the fact that I'm purposely alienating myself from practice is just kind of annoying. I want to go back to Jon's house where I can be with him and just love him.

I feel so unwanted here in San Diego. I don't care to be here. I left because I wanted to get away from all of this, but now I'm back. Great.