| its so intense, that the slightest bit of closure can make a person feel so much better.
i feel happy
i feel ready
as much as i am going to miss my friends and family more than anything in the world..i am SO ready to be out of this desert.
the people (outside of a very select few) are all the same. just as the sights continue to remain the same, and just as the thermometer stays high...everything here is stagnant and things rarely pass or come from beyond those mountains.
i need change more than i need air.
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| thats how that ends i guess...
not bittersweet...just bitter.
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| three days ago, a supposed man or woman from a supposed virginia supposedly lurked ALL of my recent entries within the past year or so.
I don't really know how the footprints on xanga work, so i don't know how to feel about this..
i hope though, that in some way...and not in the stalker killer way..
but that in some way there is a stranger in virginia who finds what i have to say interesting.
because i think i might find what a stranger in virginia has to say, well, interesting. and it doesnt matter that we dont know eachother, or that we probably never will..
what matters is that no matter who it is, whether its someone famous, or someone remote...as people, we sorta care about other people...and that seems to be one of the most heartwarming parts of the human condition.
i think? i mean, i atleast hope so..
otherwise...you creepy meth heads from virginia better back the f off.
POST SCRIPT:
no offense to methamphetamine addicted people, i hope help finds you or you find it. sincerely.
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| is a poet.
blahdyblahdyblah.
we are all just settling.
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| i want to travel the world.
I want to wake up every morning in a different city.
I want a more natural life.
I feel so fearful of who I am going to become.
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