so it doesn't really change
disclaimer: i seem unhappy; i just need to get over myself. the beginning of this post is not enjoyable but i will show you pictures of what i've been up to at the end :D in case you've forgotten what i look like, this is me and a baby dior stuffed rabbit. here's what i think: it’s easy to forget that when you go to a new place you’re still the same person you were before you got there. i booked this flight to escape my life in berkeley but in reality i was trying to escape myself. constantly haunted with trying to figure out if im a shitty person or not and booking a month long trip to paris doesn’t seem to answer the question either. i'm someone who is in constant search of the next reset, the next moment where life can look slightly different so that every goal on my self-fulfillment checklist gets fulfilled --exercise more, make art, eat healthy, be happy, whatever. you think to yourself that you'd be too depressed back home to work on yourself, but then you co...