Chapter 40 - Sin Forty

I'm pulling the last long black section of hair through my flat iron while I let my mind drift to some of the time I've enjoyed in LA. It makes me wonder, when did I stop thinking of this as home? I've never considered LA home. With my strained relationship with my parents, the only thing that was of any importance to me there was Renee. All of my friendships there were forgotten long ago. They were never going to be lifelong connections. I think I stopped considering LA my home the first time around when all that shit went down with Trent. Every connection I made after that felt somehow meaningless. Empty.