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all this pent up creativity is going to explode soon. at least i hope it does. my lack of expression is driving me insane.
as is small town maine. so much racism. so much hatred. so much ignorance. why should i be considered the strange one just because i realize there is more to life than working in the woods all day and playing drunken pool all night? forget the fact that i'm in love with a black man. i'd be held in higher esteem if i was running a meth lab out of my basement. no joke.
i can't wait until may 15th. my baby will be back in the states, i'll be free of small town small minds, and boston will be within my grasp.
i have a plan. i have a future. and that's something. a year ago, i couldn't plan a hour ahead of time. literally. now i'm planning for the next year. i'm proud of myself.
now if only i could write or paint or draw or sommmmmmmeeeeeethingggg.
one step at a time.
as is small town maine. so much racism. so much hatred. so much ignorance. why should i be considered the strange one just because i realize there is more to life than working in the woods all day and playing drunken pool all night? forget the fact that i'm in love with a black man. i'd be held in higher esteem if i was running a meth lab out of my basement. no joke.
i can't wait until may 15th. my baby will be back in the states, i'll be free of small town small minds, and boston will be within my grasp.
i have a plan. i have a future. and that's something. a year ago, i couldn't plan a hour ahead of time. literally. now i'm planning for the next year. i'm proud of myself.
now if only i could write or paint or draw or sommmmmmmeeeeeethingggg.
one step at a time.