I just got so sick of all of the smoke..

it would run up into my face, get laced within my vision, waft up my nose. I would cringe and tear up. Until then it was worth ignoring, all the smoke, the lies, the bullshit. It was all apart of my life. Being a dismissive girl. It was hard for someone like me to be taken seriously in the city of angels. So I left without a trace, and told myself the next city the bus stopped at, would be my new home. Sure enough, the bus pulled into Hathian. Even now, in a new place for only a few months, I still feel as lonely as I did on the streets of LA. I'm still looking for what makes you tick, what makes me feel...human. Not just another nameless pretty face