So small.

Feeling displaced is something that I don't think I'll ever get acquainted with; it's always tough feeling as though you don't have a space of your own.

But I've found myself, here. Somewhere in the Laud, confused by the numbered streets, lost already. Leaving the turnpike, seeing the city. Reality. Civilization. I think I had been in isolation too long. Memories of arriving in a frenzy, leaving in one. What the fuck am I doing here? That's what I keep asking myself in a room of white walls. Is this really what I want to be doing? I can always turn back, I'm considering that to be a viable option. What the hell, just go to Japan. Who knows really. End up anywhere.

I'm definitely apprehensive, seeing AVH again? Feeling a bit tired and worn, am I really not that into it? Or has all of the emotional just been a turn off? I must be tired of trying. I'll blame it on the Springs.

I guess we're gonna find out...