i miss drawing, making random sketches and painting. that and writing. those were my escapes..it was everything to me. but i stopped making time for it. i allowed work to takeover my life. art plays a huge part in my life and when i let it go in a sense, i let a piece of myself go. i need that back.
So I’m sitting in my room at the Fairmont in SF thinking of my next move. I have a week off from work and I planned on spending a week in Cali. But at the moment I’m debating on whether I wanna stay or not. Sounds stupid as shit, right? I should be packing and getting ready so I can leave for LA tonight but idk if I wanna make that trip. All of the places HE suggested I should go to I don’t wanna go to anymore for the simple fact I’m in no mood to run into HIM or anyone else. This is dumb. I’m packing….for LA.