Apt. #1 50 Bishop St., Chula Vista, CA 21-3-10

I’m at my new room in Chula Vista. First night here and it smells like pot … but I can’t complain, I’m paying only $350, so I guess you get what you pay for. The other roommate’s dog hasn’t bark yet, so that’s ok.

I miss her a lot. It’s weird because I will love to tell her about my new place and all, but I don’t remember exactly how it was to talk to her in a regular basis. Today it hit me that if we get back together in a near future we are going to be the same, the fears will be the same, our discussions about the same. I felt I haven’t changed yet. I’m doing some progress in the most important part of my life and we both need to focus on that, but that’s not all; I need to change.