and on the back read " i guess it's not where i am; but WHO i am. "
ever since i moved to temecula four years ago, all i could constantly think about was the easiest, logical way of moving out of that hell hole. and last summer, i had that opportunity. i thought... orange county, yeah it's no east coast, but it sure does beat staying in a desert wasteland full of hopeless mirages of silver linings. but as the months past by; and the ostentatious, egocentric multi-millionaires and elitests kept swiping their black amex cards, i soon realized that there was no relation to my location and my happiness. afterall, running away didn't solve anything. i still am who i was. and i still haven't found what i was looking for---myself.
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