Last First Kiss

1:35am: From Up Here the City LIghts Burn
The famous New York City. I honestly can't sum it up in a few words. It's just so different from LA. 
And although the lights are beautiful, especially when sitting on the rooftop, it's nothing like what I used to call my home. 
And it never will be. 

The streets smell of pollution, and the people can be snobbish to the highest extreme. 
There's always the sound of traffic outside my window, and it keeps me up even later, or earlier. 
In the apartment next to us there's a newly wed couple that always fight. FIghting that includes banging on the wall. Which all leads to the make-up sex. Which leads to more banging on the wall. 
My father's never home, and my sister won't stop crying. 
I wish she would just shut the fuck up. There's nothing anybody can do about it. So just deal with it. 

Aside from all this, there is one small thing that I don't mind. 
The apartment on the other side of us contains the hottest guy you could ever imagine. 

Fuck this. 
Fuck LA. 
Fuck NYC. 

I don't need any of it.

2:38pm: Let's Travel Back in Time

So, turns out I haven't been here in a while. Who could blame me? 
Moving across the country does that to you. 

Yes, that's right. I no longer am living in Los Angeles, but rather now in the gritty city of New York. 
I can't honestly say that I hate it, because I haven't explored it yet. 
But it's just not home. 

My dad got laid off about a month ago. 
I guess he decided that applying for a job on the other end of the world country would be the greatest decision of his life. 
I thank him profusely from the bottom of my heart. 

At least he got us an apartment on the top floor, so I can have the roof to look over this strange city of lights, as some call it. 

I'm still trying to find myself.
I might get lost here...

7:30pm: I'm Gonna Stay to Myself

Libraries. Love 'em. Hate 'em. Use 'em. Either way, I'm at one now, and it sucks. 

The ones who are lucky enough to not have the bitchy librarian breathing down their neck might as well just be angels from fucking heaven. One look at me and she decided she didn't like me. And I thought knew I was shallow. 

But on a better note, I have taken notice in the fact that I no longer feel the pressure to be part of the group called reality. I would much rather live in my own little world, or so I told a classmate. But if I were to really think about the question and the challenge of whether or not I could survive with no one, I would have to say that I would survive and I would be the top survivor.  All this just because I have the ability to lock myself into my own world and not let anyone in. Could the notion of living with no one for the rest of my life be any different? I think not. 

This could be a new life for me if it were to happen. But we all know things like that don't, and won't ever happen to me. Because luck just follows me everywhere. 

Just kidding.