i wish there was an over-the-counter test for lonliness... lonliness like this.
hello rut. i'm madeline hurley, and i am in you.
well, not exactly. i am just growing tired of pennsylvania. i love it, i truly do. but it's just growing a little old on my new york heart. i need unfresh air. i need cheap pashmina scarves, 2 for $5. i need brooklyn. i need the brickwall and this new life we've all grown into without the subtitle of 'st.john the baptist'. i need my sister. i miss her more than anyone on this earth. i absolutley fucking hate that complete happiness, if only for an hour or so, isn't a 10 minute drive down grand avenue and a left on west 8th. there is no more hi-ho silver st., there is no mary waving to me from the screen door on storey, no dawn to share hockey jerseys with... no hannah! no bozo! no overpass or sump!!! there's no kerri-ann, no tropi, no delta or the wonderful person who lives down the street from it. there's no michelle may, anywhere. cat is quite possibly just as cool as her, but there is no shelly may in my daily life anymore.
and rut, while i discuss various nostalgia. i am still in you.
but life here, it's morphing into something great.
i'm happy. as much as i can be for Scranton, PA.
There's things that this place lacks, but then for all that THAT is worth, there is something great about it here. I'm wholey myself yet i feel like I'm losing something.
Whatever. Fuck this entry.
Can't wait for thanksgiving break.
i won't say goodbye rut, because i'm still all up in ya.
but 'something's missing, and i don't know how to fix it.'
well, not exactly. i am just growing tired of pennsylvania. i love it, i truly do. but it's just growing a little old on my new york heart. i need unfresh air. i need cheap pashmina scarves, 2 for $5. i need brooklyn. i need the brickwall and this new life we've all grown into without the subtitle of 'st.john the baptist'. i need my sister. i miss her more than anyone on this earth. i absolutley fucking hate that complete happiness, if only for an hour or so, isn't a 10 minute drive down grand avenue and a left on west 8th. there is no more hi-ho silver st., there is no mary waving to me from the screen door on storey, no dawn to share hockey jerseys with... no hannah! no bozo! no overpass or sump!!! there's no kerri-ann, no tropi, no delta or the wonderful person who lives down the street from it. there's no michelle may, anywhere. cat is quite possibly just as cool as her, but there is no shelly may in my daily life anymore.
and rut, while i discuss various nostalgia. i am still in you.
but life here, it's morphing into something great.
i'm happy. as much as i can be for Scranton, PA.
There's things that this place lacks, but then for all that THAT is worth, there is something great about it here. I'm wholey myself yet i feel like I'm losing something.
Whatever. Fuck this entry.
Can't wait for thanksgiving break.
i won't say goodbye rut, because i'm still all up in ya.
but 'something's missing, and i don't know how to fix it.'