sorrow.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
i feel sad. this is not new, as i feel sad most all of the time. but for whatever reason, right now, i feel particularly sad.
abby is coming to sf. i’m going to see her on saturday. i’m terribly nervous. we’ve never met in person, yet abby is someone who my soul knows and has known for a long time. she is someone i love deeply, even though we’ve never met. but now, we are going to meet and i am scared.
everything seems so horribly unsettled. my mother is now in on trying to find me a new place to live. she found a realtor who found several condos in richmond. i do not want to live in richmond. i have told my mother where i want to live, but she doesn’t listen to me. i told my mother that richmond is worse than where i am now. the homicide rate for richmond is the highest in the state. i’m not moving to richmond.
i know that i’m probably never going to be able to move from this hell hole. i know that i will most likely die here. it is a depressing thought amidst a million other depressing thoughts.
i don’t have much else to say. it’s all the same old shit.
abby is coming to sf. i’m going to see her on saturday. i’m terribly nervous. we’ve never met in person, yet abby is someone who my soul knows and has known for a long time. she is someone i love deeply, even though we’ve never met. but now, we are going to meet and i am scared.
everything seems so horribly unsettled. my mother is now in on trying to find me a new place to live. she found a realtor who found several condos in richmond. i do not want to live in richmond. i have told my mother where i want to live, but she doesn’t listen to me. i told my mother that richmond is worse than where i am now. the homicide rate for richmond is the highest in the state. i’m not moving to richmond.
i know that i’m probably never going to be able to move from this hell hole. i know that i will most likely die here. it is a depressing thought amidst a million other depressing thoughts.
i don’t have much else to say. it’s all the same old shit.
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