Dear Diary,
Every day, it becomes more and more apparent to me that I was meant to be a rolling stone, lol. I mean, I really am having the time of my life out here in these streets. I am literally in these streets… literally. But, here’s something new that I’m experiencing which is so strange to me, I’ve noticed that whenever I’m visiting a friend at their house, I start getting antsy and feeling like I need to be outside, or even in my car parked somewhere in nature.
Right now I’m house sitting for a friend, and I’m on day 3 of 7 days, and all I want to do is go lay in some grass and listen to Aaespo.
This bed feels weird.
I wish these windows were bigger so that I can see outside.
I don’t want to sit on this couch looking out the window, when I could be out there.
I don’t want to sit on this couch looking out the window, when I could be out there.
Even the shower… for some reason after I shower here, I’m way more ashy than bathing in the sink. Yes, what I’m saying is, I prefer to bath in a sink. I’m a true fucking vagabond. There it is folks! Wild and free!!!
