I just wrote my aunt a letter asking her if maybe I could stay with her in San Francisco for a bit, maybe a month maybe 2. This could either backfire or go really well, we will see. Fingers crossed.
Completely overwhelmed with every bit of my being as of late. I'm being pulled from all angles. I think i will settle for fish in my belly and pimples on my face. Maybe i really shouldnt be this calm while a storm around me rips trees out of the ground. I just really don't see the point.