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at this point, every time i head back to boston i feel like i'm taking steps backwards. I've grown to really love the little life i've arranged for myself here in new york. It's the kind of life I used to just fantasize about having when I was in high school. I have an eco-friendly, veg-friendly, organic-fair-trade-friendly job with a bunch of other starving artist kids that I really like hanging out with. I get to play in african drum circles, listen to old school punk, talk about LSD culture and rant about the history of stereotypes in relation to the popularity of Borat, and I GET CREDIT FOR IT BECAUSE ITS CLASS WORK. I'm friends with the kind of people that don't just make me want to look around for someone cooler to be friends with. I ride my bike, I cook for myself, I'm writing and recording music all the time. I'm taking care of myself. I feel like i could decorate my walls with reflections and never shy away from my own eyes.
Boston, save a few dear exceptions, is just full of people and things I only ever wanted to run away from. I don't see any reason to go back and pretend like I want to hang out with you after the years of bull shit you put me through because you thought you were better than me for some arbitrary reason. maybe it was because you had more money or a license or all the "right clothes" or whatever--fuck it. nowadays, I know that whatever the dressings were, I had the substance, and I have it now, and I feel no need to go crawling back to you to prove myself or something. there are some things that are better left in the past and forgotten. I'm trying my best to forget.
so no offense boston, but... fuck off. new york is home now. boston's just... a quiet vacation spot where i can record my music. the end.
Boston, save a few dear exceptions, is just full of people and things I only ever wanted to run away from. I don't see any reason to go back and pretend like I want to hang out with you after the years of bull shit you put me through because you thought you were better than me for some arbitrary reason. maybe it was because you had more money or a license or all the "right clothes" or whatever--fuck it. nowadays, I know that whatever the dressings were, I had the substance, and I have it now, and I feel no need to go crawling back to you to prove myself or something. there are some things that are better left in the past and forgotten. I'm trying my best to forget.
so no offense boston, but... fuck off. new york is home now. boston's just... a quiet vacation spot where i can record my music. the end.