untitled #21
as much as i enjoy this state, and as much as i wanna not love where i’m from, i can’t forget my roots. they are tied into everything i do. i get so fed up and sick of life there, so i run. i force myself to believe that life will be better outside those florida lines. and for a while it is. then all of a sudden, without warning, a sense of homesickness sets in. everything reminds me of why i love my home town. my roots. my people. not that i haven’t met some really kick ass folks in this neck of the woods, but they ain’t the ones that seen me in my awkward stages. they ain’t the ones that held my hand when i lost my some really good friends. they ain’t the ones that seen where i came from to understand why it is that i act and think the way that i do. no matter what i say, they’ll never understand … or get me. as accepting as people are here, they just don’t get me. and each day that i sit alone in this house makes me believe i’m not meant to be here. i don’t drink … well compared to ‘sconsin standards. i don’t have the resources or income to do anything that is worthy of fun here. even the best things in life that are free, are not as enjoyable alone. guess it is time to rethink my living arrangements once again. i’m thinking somewhere below the mason dixon line is just fine for me.
