I feel lost, and confused.
My heart is in California.
LA was the best week I have had in years. I had amazing friends, a girl, fun, and fame. It couldn’t have gotten any better.
I was a normal kid. I didn’t hang out with my mom. I hung out with people my age all day. I did what I wanted because I didn’t have to be scared of being judged. I wasn’t shy.
Then it all ended. I came back to ohio. Yeah. It doesn’t deserve a capital letter.
I was a lonely, confused kid. I had no (real) friends, I had no (real) fun.
The first night back in my bed I cried. For a long time. The week had gone so fast.
And now I have nothing again.
I have tons of agents who want me. To move to LA.
My grades are slipping out of perfection. I feel like I can’t help it. I feel no inspiration and in some subjects no way to change it.
I try to be myself here. The stylish, cool guy I was in LA. I get laughed at. I get funny looks.
California is modern, Ohio is trapped in the past.
I want to leave Ohio.
This post did not work out how I expected at all.
I will right about those promised changes someday soon.