Timing is not everything these days.

Living in SoCal has been an experience to say the least. Things are so different here. People grew up with a different set of values, see the world as though it is below them, and honestly believe always having a say in things is the way to solve things, even if someone ends up hurt in the end. I miss the dark scary woods, the freezing winters in bed, but most of all I miss being near people I can count on. My only solice in my head has been my books. I want to start sketching again. I find myself doodling on post it's all the time at work, but never take it past the vague lines. Im tired of being told negative things in hopes of getting a daily smile from me. Life doesn't turn that way. Markers eventually fade, and all I am left with is the turning of the tides, forever blinking light signals, and so many things left unsaid. " I know what it takes to move on, I know how it feels to lie, all I want to do is trade this life for something new, holding on to something I don't got. Standing in an empty room, trying to forget the past, this was never meant to last, I wish it wasn't so." I wish I could wake up with a reference guide on "how to be happy with my own perspective".