I love the way they lie about me.

Stealin' my shine, eh? Ya better act like you don't know me, or else I might just flat out disrespect.

Oh wait.

I already am doing that.

I have nothing but contempt for those who tell lies.

Yet my heart feels heavy leaving.

I will always have the memories.

It's almost over.

CALIFORNIA.


Sushi.

And stuff.

At least I managed to sleep by now.

And I helped a fifteen year old when I wanted to get out of Canada,
and then staggered when it came to getting into the States, since I didn't know a specific address where I was going to stay at.

But I'm in now. And only for two weeks. Why would they care? I'm just here to have foo-- fun, and food.