Thursday, December 3, 2009

I've always thought some things were the same regardless of where you are. This is not true. I need to find that place that is accepting... I need to go back to that place, rather. I know where it is, I thought it would be here, too. I was wrong... and it makes me sad. Part of me thinks I can handle it. But the part that it matters to can't breathe. I've been myself for so long, it hurts to cut part of it off. Maybe somewhere else exists that is perfect... maybe I can find another true home... maybe I'm just not looking in the right places... maybe this is all just a dream and it's turning to a nightmare... this is such a whirlwind to be hit with. a hurricane. in South Florida. I want back to the left coast.

apologies for the vagueness

1 comment:

  1. I think we're spoiled here on the west coast. You tend to forget that everywhere else isn't as accepting. It really hurts to realize that other places want to force you not to be yourself. I know what it feels like to be completely surpressed and then suddenly have an incredible amount of freedom. But I can't imagine how it feels to have freedom and then be surpressed. That would kill me.