I can’t wait to spread my wings and fly.
This place makes me feel trapped. I’ve known most of these kids since middle school. Some since third grade. I need new faces;new streets. I may end up pulling out all of my hair by the time I move out. The past year I’ve embraced this ‘city’ more than I EVER have. But to be honest. I can’t hide it anymore, this town makes me want to vomit my insides out. I miss my home. Going to New Orleans brought back soo much. Mobile has never been home. My heart belongs to New Orleans, Louisiana. Every time I go there and then I come back to this town, I feel like someone just shot down my lover. So much bad has happened here tough. Divorce,loss of a parent, swirling into uncontrollable depression,et cetera. I am just glad that I have art, family and two more years left of this personal hell. As the days go by more and more, I try to see the beauty in everything.
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