I don't like San Francisco. I dont particularly like the people here but you know what? Whatever.
I'm having a nice time up here. I try hard to convince myself that it's the worst place to live and junk but maybe i've just become adjusted. I'm not as angry or drunk anymore and I can support myself and stand my ground. Crazy shit has happened here and I feel that's probably not stopping.
I like my life, it's not perfect but it's damn good i tell you what.
Praise god and how he truly shows his love at your lowest points.
