Chiz and Santi's Bogus Journey to New Jersey.

November, 15. Saturday, 12:32 P.M.
At the kitchen table.

So today I am engaging in an adventure to the Jersey shore with Chiz (Brooke).
I am pretty stoked about it.
All the poor people, dirty kittens, "escorts".
Ahhh, it's the good life.

But I have been in a strange mood lately. People are being unrealistic, and strange. More less one person to be specific, but you get my drift. I have been debating with myself on what I'm to do and how I can make things better. I am not going to say who or what is, not the problem, but the enigma or hindrance maybe? I have had a lot of help from a good friend, and I'm very thankful for that. But I am still a bit confused and concerned. I am a person who worries but doesn't show it. I get sick, from worrying too much. I go to bed at night feeling sick to my stomach because I'm afraid of what this person will do to their self. I am trying to make the most sense out of all of this, I am trying my best. [if you haven't gotten what I'm conflicted with, look at the photo :p]

But I have to go Brooke's now.
New Jersey or bust!!!