los angeles, i'm yours. perhaps now i will be able to listen to the decemberists and not cry. maybe i'm asking for too much too soon. all i know is that in may i no longer will be in this beautiful city that i have such deep hatred towards. san diego, although beautiful, you've treated me unkind and i hate you. i've been talking about leaving san diego since i was 16 and nine years later i am moving two hours north. it's a start, right? i need new streets to walk in. i need new air to breathe. i need the toxicity of it. i need new faces to see and new people to love. i am running away. i have never wanted to run away from anything this badly in my life. i need it. i need it for my sanity, for my emotional well being. i am gonna die in san diego if i don't leave. i need new people in my life. people here continue to disappoint me and i keep disappointing them. i've grown tired of everyone and everyone's grown tired of me so it's best to just pack up and go. i'm scared, but my fear isn't as big as my desire to get the fuck out of here. i want to go to a bar and meet someone new, a man or a woman, and tell them that i am not from los angeles, but from san diego. i crave that moment almost like i crave a woman's body. i can feel it, i can almost taste it. i want out. i want out of this, whatever this is.
The Decemberists- Los Angeles, I'm Yours
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