Spending a week at a my friends Danny and Sage’s house, I had to move everything from my dorm to there. And when it was all done, my stuff fit into the corner behind a weight set. In 6 boxes. There’s no life for me in my hometown anymore. My whole life was sitting there, in the corner of two guys house that I had only met 6 months before. What happened? I think of my life as being grandeur and complicated and spread out. But here is everything I’ve worked for, in the corner of some obscure apartment, in 6 boxes. Humbling. I’m not as big as i thought. Almost felt like my whole earthly identity was right there, and it was pathetically insignificant.

Ive come to the realization that I am past giving up on liking anyone. I don’t know what to call it. But it sucks.