So it is decided. I will do everything in my power after school is done to move to San Francisco.
Being back in NJ really does open up my eyes to how impolite the people in Philly are. You forget these sorts of things when you're in that environment for so long; not everyone is an asshole, guys! Holy crap.
Well, discounting my friends. But uhhh.
I don't know. I'm getting Phillyitis I guess, but in the sense of being a broken woman. I don't think romance exists in my age group in that city. Maybe it's the fast paced lifestyle or maybe just everyone trying to be too cool. It works for some people, but they are in a relationship outside the city boundaries or they are Jon and Nicole who are people true to themselves.

As if I have time for that sort of thing anyways.

Fuck it all. It just ruins things anyhow.

I can feel myself teetering on the edge of a romantic emotional numbness that I haven't been able to achieve in a long time, and all I can say to myself is, "Thank god, thank god, thank fucking god."

I want to embrace this but I think it will foil me at the same time.