I became so lonely.
I missed home.
I miss the beach, I miss the desert, I miss sleeping in my car.
I crawled my way through hell to live in Venice ..
I napped on the sidewalk, I worked my butt off, I said 'it wasn't worth it."
I didn't mean it.
Summer was lovely.
I was so independent, and free.
I danced with gypsies, I slept on the beach ..
I did things I had wanted to do my entire life.
WHAT am I doing here?
What am I supposed to be doing?
What happened to Mikki?
