beenawhile.

so i figured i'd write in here since i haven't done it in a while and never really got into it. first off, i miss hawaii. second, i want to go home. third, i'd feel like a failure if i did. i'm here in anaheim, i've been excited about it for months, and now that i'm going into my third week here, it's becoming more and more apparent of how different it is. no family and no true friends around, i really fucken miss home to be blunt. i miss the beach and the warmth and humidity. i'm going crazy without the salt water and nothing is familiar here. maybe i'm not liking it that much up here because i actually left for the wrong reasons. who knows, but i'm going mad, and that's all that i can say. i've been calling my dad every night, but i still miss him terribly, and i miss my rust bucket of a 4runner that couldn't make it over 40 up hill flooring it. okay, i've had enough complaining for now, i'm gonna call it a night.