I hate these days. Waking up with little to no recollection of last night's hours. I'm not going to do that again. Ever.

I just want to run away. Hide. South Korea isn't for a couple of months, so the next best thing is to vanish into Border's or Barnes and Noble for a couple of hour and disappear into a book. Take me away from reality for a bit. I wish I was home so I could drive up to Grizzly Peak, listen to Death Cab for Cutie, and try to disseminate my actions. As bitter and jaded as I wish I could be, just to not give a FUCK, I can't deny that I do. At least overanalyzation does provide some clarity.

Loneliness is creeping up on me. I know I'm going to get back to that positive place again, I just want to be there now.