I'm not going to lie.

I miss you. A few of you.

The other night I took the car and went to grab something to eat with Justine, and after I dropped her off, I didn't feel like going home. I kept driving for about two hours, and I found myself passing by the houses of a few people. Some of them probably don't even live in the same place, but I thought of them nonetheless. At 3 in the morning I drove from Hancock Park, to West Hollywood, to Silverlake, to Atwater, to Glendale, and I finally went on my way back home.

I started to wonder how things would be if these people still played a part in my life. I wondered where they had gone and why they left. Did they choose to leave? Or was it just time building up walls again? Maybe I built those walls. I don't know. Maybe these walls don't even exist. Maybe it's just the fact that we've all got different paths to take.

That really blows.

Everything happens for a reason, I guess.