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Last night, we decided to leave the city and head towards the mountains and the fresh air. We went to a house party in the Catskills. It was hickish and the party was 100% white trash. It made me miss good New Hampshire. It also reaffirmed my reasoning for getting out of Rochester, that life isn't for me.
I was so fucked up last night, yet the sanest one. I get drunk as hell to try and change what's going on. New York is everything I wanted it to be and more. I love it here. I love my school. I love the homeless people. I love the lesbians. It's just hard to feel so disconnected. I have no roots here, no family here, no ties.
I miss you.
I was so fucked up last night, yet the sanest one. I get drunk as hell to try and change what's going on. New York is everything I wanted it to be and more. I love it here. I love my school. I love the homeless people. I love the lesbians. It's just hard to feel so disconnected. I have no roots here, no family here, no ties.
I miss you.