Time felt like it had stopped. I spent who knows how long, wandering the streets of LA before ending up at Venice Beach. The realisation of how much time I’d spent sitting on the sand only hits me when I see the sun begin to rise along the horizon. Bright fire-coloured rays beam across the sky turning its midnight blue into clear baby blue with not a cloud to be seen. It’s beautiful and mesmerising and yet doesn’t remotely distract me from what I’m going through.
Hours of fresh air and ocean breeze, yet I still feel no better. I feel hollow from the way Jartre left, and I feel enraged that he could do something so manipulative and controlling, but then again, I barely know the man. Maybe this is normal behaviour for him, and if it is, then I am extremely worried. Were Derrick and Wyatt ri
