Well The High School Kids Are All Fucked Up

It's like no surprise to anyone that as much as I thought my life was shitty back in the A, I still enjoyed it. I had really great friends, the love of my life, and the amazing support system that is my mom. But I had to get out of there. There was too much undesirable emotional baggage constantly weighing on my mind and my heart. I guess that's why we drove here, because I couldn't take all that baggage with me on a plane...

And it's crazy because my mom was right when she told me not to bank all my happiness on LA, because I did, and like she said, I was disappointed. And thus with the realization that I did put all my eggs in one basket and that basket got run over by a Mack truck, I got kind of depressed. I would spend my days drifting aimlessly in and out of class, and my nights listening to Dr. Dog and Modest Mouse and crying myself to sleep. I kept telling the various people who called me that this was a mistake. That I should have stayed in Atlanta. That I was going to transfer. That maybe I wasn't strong enough to do this.

But then I read the most hopeful piece of advice ever on Missbehave. It was a comment on Emilia's post about how she moved to America and then started playing the guitar. You know what they say, sometimes inspiration finds you in the strangest places. It read:

"...It’s hard to move on with your life and leave people you love behind but just knowing that they love you and will be there when all of this is done and you’ve reached the goals you wanted to reach is something to hold on to."

Wow. Thank you Jewels! I wrote this down and this quote is actually hanging on my wall right now. V, this is so the quote for you. I don't know what else to say, except thank you again, because you kinda just gave me an epiphany.

Now everyone go buy a Bubblegum Pony's tote bag!

Deuces,
Erika