Am I writing to myself..probably...oh well journals are therapeutic ...I only have a week left living in Santa Cruz.....this fucking sucks....i love this place....its so casual....the only thing i don't foresee missing is the people i hung out with.....now we all became friends through living in the same building last year.....so it wasn't as if we chose each other as friends...we became friends because we all liked to smoke that sweet sweet cheeba......anyway, as time passed and cracks appeared i figured out that these people don't do ANYTHING....granted a lot of stoners have problems finding the motivation to act....but christ these fuckers are impossible....i like to go out and be active...do shit...high or not....there is just too much out there to do....ugh at least i will be moving in with my best friend....and living an hour away from all my hometown homies.....damn its not like i dislike the friends in SC....they just leave much to be desired.....for the most part they are good people
I just doon't see them putting forth the effort to remain friends as the distances between us grow....granted, it isn't tough for me to maintain contact...but if someone isn't willing to put forth effort to be friends with me then I say fuck 'em....I am worth effort damnit