I've always felt obligated to defend my hometown whenever its reputation was challenged. I wouldn't exactly say that the town is paved with one memory lane after another, but it's where I did all of my growing up crap (i.e. adolescence and all its wonderfully meager tragedies). So to find myself back here (if even for two weeks) without any friends, laying in my old bed, in my old room, blogging to an empty internet, well... it's sort of depressing.
I have to change something. Something's gotta happen. I seem to enjoy fantasizing that a girl in my life would solve my problems, but I should know better than to place so much worth in a relationship. It'd just be one less thing to worry about.
So what do I do? Continue to write. Make up stories to entertain myself, whether or not they are unrealistic or difficult to understand, or even just bad writing.
This post is a little sporadic, and not so well spoken. I tried to clean it up a bit, but things just aren't flowing right now.
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