Avoidance

listening to: i can fly | lana del rey
mood: somewhere between caffeinated, lost, and tired

Trying to avoid reality, so I'm here.

I am continuously struggling with self identification.
Part of me wants to get my stuff ready for school, be ferocious and classy (whatever that means), and make it to NYC.
The other half of me wants to keep it real and live it LA style. I mean, after all, that's where I'm from right? Truly east-side reppin'. I want to keep things raw, edgy, real, and black like all our tainted souls from this broken city of angels.

But it's no surprise that I'm torn in half like this, after all it's reflective in the things I (am/want to) study. Forever a whirlwind of chaos.