I've been here for six months now, and I think the trauma of such a big transition is finally beginning to clear, and I am a little more aware that I am in existence today. I can't tell you how beautiful the sky is. When it is sunny here, it is incredibly bright. The sun shines, and the ocean turns dark blue... the trees turn bright green shining with gold, and the flowers turn purple and pink and red and orange and everything is somehow glorified.

Everyone wears sunglasses here. I may be the only person in LA who does not wear sunglasses all the time. I just can't do it... If I am having a conversation and I can't see someone's eyes, it kind of drives me a little crazy inside. I think I rely so much on reading people by their eyes, and when I can't see them, I don't know how to relate.

I have no idea what to do with my life. I haven't been able to write music for so long, and it is making me overwhelmingly frustrated.