Hometown Degradation
I hate Stoughton and I never want to go back. I hate how the streets are empty at night and the lack of sound. I hate the clear night sky where you can see all of the cosmos' nakedness. It's perverse. I hate the memories of people who I knew and where I made out with them when I pass by businesses on main street. I hate the fear of running into someone who I never wanted to see again. I hate the smell of my father's car. I hate the angry glances as I smoke a cigarette. I never wanted to take that main street to get somewhere again.
But I missed Steven. And a small part of me misses my dad because it prevents me from seeing him in person. Everything is awkward. Nothing is the same. There aren't any skyscrapers to protect me from the bitter cold wind. There aren't any benches to sit on where I can catch my breath. There aren't any buses to escape. It is a dangerous oasis from a busy world, the world I belong in. Everyone knows your name. If the people there hate you, they do it in silence. I hate the quiet.
I missed Phil and Layla like I've never missed someone before. I never feel like an adult in Stoughton. I looked upon one of the popular girls from my class as she scanned my travel-size shampoo at the Wal-Mart. I never pitied her until then. When I lived there, I felt like an outsider. Now, I feel like I'm too good for that place.
My dad insisted I come there more often. I told him I would. I don't feel bad about lying because he has lied to me many times.
But I missed Steven. And a small part of me misses my dad because it prevents me from seeing him in person. Everything is awkward. Nothing is the same. There aren't any skyscrapers to protect me from the bitter cold wind. There aren't any benches to sit on where I can catch my breath. There aren't any buses to escape. It is a dangerous oasis from a busy world, the world I belong in. Everyone knows your name. If the people there hate you, they do it in silence. I hate the quiet.
I missed Phil and Layla like I've never missed someone before. I never feel like an adult in Stoughton. I looked upon one of the popular girls from my class as she scanned my travel-size shampoo at the Wal-Mart. I never pitied her until then. When I lived there, I felt like an outsider. Now, I feel like I'm too good for that place.
My dad insisted I come there more often. I told him I would. I don't feel bad about lying because he has lied to me many times.