Last night I dreamt that I was with family.
I miss everyone.
I just started thinking about how lonely I really am here.
Mom's always at work.
Dad's always drinking.
My sister is young and wouldn't really know.
I really need a trip up to the bay baaaadly.
I woke up crying because of my dream.
I wish I was with everyone up there.
I fucking hate bakersfield.
I'm gonna hate taft.
I hated shafter.
I haven't been truly happy in about six years.
I fucking hate this.
I wanna move back up there.
I'm gonna finish high school and go back up there for college.
No matter fucking what.