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I let the people I'm around define me.
I don't think it's bad, necessarily (because good goddamn, these people are nothing if not hand-picked and incredible), but his dreams are trumping mine.

He's had three or four years now to create, define and sharpen, though, so why do I feel so bad? He went and surfed for two years. Seriously, did nothing but surf and work at TJ's.

Give me a goddamn minute and a half.

I'm drunk, I'll delete this.


It is bad.
My friends are my priority, but I'm losing myself?
They're all going to start doing things, we'll be even more spread out and harder to pull together.

I am so quick to become enamored with people.
It's ridiculous and unnerving and more than anything, emotionally inconvenient.

GS says I date sixes, where in his opinion, there's no reason for anything less than eight.
The thing is, I own my sixes.

Eights through tens fuck my shit up.
Hence the post.