This is no good. I'm nearly to the point of begging my roommate for a plane ticket home. The 18th can not come soon enough. I don't even care about my stuff anymore. I should not have come back here except to empty my storage shed and drive away with it somewhere else. This was a mistake coming here.
I almost moved back to this black pit of despair this month. How the hell do people stand living here under the oppressive energy surrouding this town?
I nearly ditched the car trying to drive to moms house. The thought that if they hadn't asked me to move in with them then I would be living here at that house. We stayed in a hotel room because he can't handle my moms and I couldn't handle my friends house.
I have half a mind to call my roommate just to get the reassurance that he is bringing me back to Hawaii. Maybe just hearing his voice would help calm my nerves and make this place more bearable. Too bad it's three am and I doubt he'd appreciate my timing. I hope he calls on the 15 like he said he would.
Guess I will settle with listening to music and lighting a candle right now. At least it takes my mind off things. And the cat coming in here helps too. I can feel the comforting vibrations of her purring.
I want to be back on the road, heading home. For once I have a place I can confidently call home.
Coming here confirmed every worry, fear, and doubt I had about living here. I will never be able to thank them enough for opening their home up to me.
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