::sigh::
So the time has finally come for me. I hate to say this, but I want to go back to Tucson. How, do you ask, could I ever want to go back there again, especially after I tried so hard and so long to get out? Well I cannot tell you. It is shearly beyond me. What I can tell you is I have never felt so alone than I do here. In TucsonI struggled with the same feeling of isolation but only in the sense that no one understood me, then I met Shellie. Now, here, I am alone. It seems I am rarely acknowledged except when I am needed for cleaning or to be yelled at for something I did wrong. I went from being comfortable with everyone and my surroundings to be non existent. I want to go back home to where I knew people. Weather or not the understood me, it was nice that they were there and willing to listen, most of the time. ::sigh::