Alafuckinbama
I'm home, in Bumfuck, AL. It hasn't been as bad as it could've been, but it hasn't been what I wish it could be, either. The more time I spend with my family, the more things I have to force myself to let go of and grieve. When I'm happy, I can't share the reasons why. When I'm upset, they assume that it's because of something I brought on myself. When I have friends, they're the wrong ones. When I get married, they won't approve of whomever I'm with. They'll disapprove quietly, but they won't be happy. When I graduate, I'll still be "just an English major".
In any case, and I'm gonna take the fifty fifth amendment here (the right of a respectable English major to employ a cliche when absolutely necessary), I have the best friends anyone could ever ask for. You know exactly who you are, and I fucking love you. I mean it.
In any case, and I'm gonna take the fifty fifth amendment here (the right of a respectable English major to employ a cliche when absolutely necessary), I have the best friends anyone could ever ask for. You know exactly who you are, and I fucking love you. I mean it.