the rest of our lives

i can't sleep.

p sent me alot of photographs earlier from when we went to vegas. suddenly i remembered every event from that trip, what i was thinking in each photograph...how i loved that he loved taking pictures of me. that he loved taking pictures of my hula hoop. yes, the hula hoop did go with us to vegas.

i thought about how happy i was in california..and i wonder what it meant, if anything. would i soon grow sick of LA? was it just because it was so new?

new slang?

sarah never wrote me back. she never returns my calls. should i give up? i know i didn't know her for that long, but it hurts. the night we cried and cried because we were leaving and i took her to p's and we hung out with cameron...was that all bull?

i shouldn't even think about it and just sleep. i need to refill my perscription.

life will get better. it just needs to get warm outside...

L