you can call this complaining. you can call it venting. you can call it whatever you’d like i suppose since it doesn’t really matter anyway.  i can’t sleep. living here is a serious roller coaster. i moved to a place where i hardly know anyone, and i’m not close to a single person. there is not one person anywhere close to me that i feel like i can actually talk to and tell everything to. i miss being close to people i care about. and  ya know, a whole list of other things like steve, paris, riding bikes in brooklyn, the evil bike nerd, ben harper, wandering around philly at night, cynical mass in chicago. i just want to be happy here. really. i wouldn’t mind living here for the next year or two if i can just get some stability back. this is rough. i’m having a hard time adjusting. i’m really lonely and really fucking anxious and i’m just pushing people away.  i’m not even doing it on purpose, but it just doesn’t matter. i don’t even know where i’m going with this anymore. 

you said i didn’t write here, well. there ya go. i wrote something.

There ain’t no good fight
Ain’t no hero
Ain’t no bad man out to get you