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Nov 21, 2008 02:43

Goodrich isn't my ideal place to live.
No Starbucks. No shopping. A few gas stations.
Thrilling.

Flint doesn't feel the same any more.
Thankfully there's still Shelby.
Like a visitor, displaced.

Kalamazoo doesn't hold the same thrills.
Been there. You know the rest.
Love it, but is it enough?

"If I know Tyler, I know he runs when he's overwhelmed."
This is true.
I've been a good boy. I've stayed in my room. I've stayed at the 24/7 coffee shop. I've stayed in my WC.
I eat; I sleep. Not often enough, I know I know.
All I want to do is read, and put myself in their black and white, printed love.

I feel the calling to run. I feel like I'm denying my instincts by not doing so.
Like an animal backed against a wall.
I'm going to pounce. Peace.

I hate visiting him in the hospice.
I know that's horrible, but it's so sad.
Sad. Doesn't cover it.
I miss my dad.

I wish someone would curl up with me, let me read, and keep me safe. But at the same time, I know I'd be completely happy with just my books.

I'm very scared. 
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