11:26 PM; Glen Ellyn bed
Volunteered at the food pantry this morning. Allie and Ari called this evening. I’m being bombarded by memories of LA. The Getty. The Huntington. Pasadena walks. Vroman’s. Lemon Poppy. Always Allie.
Listening to new music, which all sounds like California. The reverb and beat and all of it. The casual vocals and relaxed sound.
I want to write potential lyrics down, but if they’re terrible, I don’t want to remember them, but it’s too cold to get up for a different notebook. Have I mentioned that I bought this diary at the Getty?
Sweating even though I’m cold
Everyone’s left me alone
I did something wrong
And now I’m stuck with these songs
Palm trees turned to snow
Where did everyone go
I’m sorry, so sorry, you know
I used to walk outside
Now I stay in, hide
Waiting for time to pass by
Waiting for another try
Here I lie in bed
I hurt my own head
Don’t listen to what I said
I hurt my own head.