And then there were 4....
And the world marches on.
I would feel better if I knew where the hell I belonged in it all.
Adam left yesterday.
I'm sad about it.
Where do I belong? Everywhere? Somewhere in particular? Here? (God, I hope not here)
North Carolina is not going to happen. After hearing of cross burnings and seeing horrendous signs about "the Koran deserving to be flushed" I'm pretty damn sure that's not the place for me.
The KKK wouldn't get along with me too well.
Portland would prove to be too expensive.
New York is a nightmare.
And I can't help but feel that I'm running out of time.
All in due time is one thing, but one should have an idea about these kinds of things.
Lost in the midst of it all, my soul is CRYING out.
I feel like I'm drowning. Like I can't even see the sky anymore.
I miss Adam already.
So much.
He helped to make life seem bearable here in this place that I outgrew years ago.
Now its just Long Beach again.
And yeah, part of me DOES want to be a shut in.
Part of me has no desire to see anyone or do anything.
I don't even feel like getting drunk, or even smoking pot.
I'm not even looking forward to the weekend.
This is not normal. There's more here than meets the eye.
I want to get outta here, and I've said it before, I am so scared that I will not.
What happened to that calm, cool, collected Kristen of a few months ago, that knew everything would work out alright?
She lost her way.
She strayed.
I have to find her.
She'll know what to do.
*I cannot start over in Long Beach.
*I cannot change the things that I do not like about myself while I am stifled here.
*It is just not possible to do these things in the place where everyone knows you as you were.
*And expects that to be you, through and through.
*I'm so sad. And I had been so happy.
HELP!
I would feel better if I knew where the hell I belonged in it all.
Adam left yesterday.
I'm sad about it.
Where do I belong? Everywhere? Somewhere in particular? Here? (God, I hope not here)
North Carolina is not going to happen. After hearing of cross burnings and seeing horrendous signs about "the Koran deserving to be flushed" I'm pretty damn sure that's not the place for me.
The KKK wouldn't get along with me too well.
Portland would prove to be too expensive.
New York is a nightmare.
And I can't help but feel that I'm running out of time.
All in due time is one thing, but one should have an idea about these kinds of things.
Lost in the midst of it all, my soul is CRYING out.
I feel like I'm drowning. Like I can't even see the sky anymore.
I miss Adam already.
So much.
He helped to make life seem bearable here in this place that I outgrew years ago.
Now its just Long Beach again.
And yeah, part of me DOES want to be a shut in.
Part of me has no desire to see anyone or do anything.
I don't even feel like getting drunk, or even smoking pot.
I'm not even looking forward to the weekend.
This is not normal. There's more here than meets the eye.
I want to get outta here, and I've said it before, I am so scared that I will not.
What happened to that calm, cool, collected Kristen of a few months ago, that knew everything would work out alright?
She lost her way.
She strayed.
I have to find her.
She'll know what to do.
*I cannot start over in Long Beach.
*I cannot change the things that I do not like about myself while I am stifled here.
*It is just not possible to do these things in the place where everyone knows you as you were.
*And expects that to be you, through and through.
*I'm so sad. And I had been so happy.
HELP!