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I took a drive around my neighborhood at 6:00 this morning to have a cigarette. It was foggy, which was certainly ironic. I don't think any period in my life compares to how fucked up my head is right now. Meriwether and Kathmoor have a way of reflecting a certain sense of suburbia that I can't find anywhere else in Montgomery. Right across the way, cars and 18-wheelers whiz by on the interstate, but you'd never know it. The streets are lined with tall trees, heavy with Spanish moss, shading the dimly lit Southern Living-style homes. Joggers and dog-walkers alike busy the sidewalks, and I couldn't help but feel so detached from it all. The people that settle these cookie-cutter homes seem to have their shit together. They wake up early in the morning and have their entire day laid out in front of them. I want that! I want some sort of plan for my life. Instead, uncertainty looms over my head like the dense fog that forced me to go 15 in a residential area.