do you ever look around at the big crowds of people around you and realize everyone has a story and memories and family and troubles and achievements and a first kiss and a broken heart but you’ll never know any of it and every human life is really intricate and expansive but oh they’ve walked into a shop and you’ll never see them again and you’ll never know just what they were thinking
Being back in my hometown makes me feel like absolute shit. I love how my “best friends” have been telling me how much they’ve missed me, yet now that I’m here (only for a week too) they’ve made no effort to even see me. It’s literally the exact same shit and feelings I dealt with in high school and it sucks. Luckily, I’m going home (Minneapolis) in a few days.
At first I felt really shitty about this entire experience but now I’m grateful I came back. It made me realize how great my life has become. I’ve made so many new and amazing friends that would never pull this sort of shit on me. I have so many people that actually care about me and want to see me and I don’t feel like a worthless blob anymore. I’m actually doing things with my life unlike 99% of the people in my hometown. I’ve accomplished more in one year than many of them will accomplish in their lifetimes and I only have more to accomplish. I have so much to look forward to, so fucking much, and I no longer feel beneath these assholes that tear people down that aren’t like them. So fuck this town. Fuck these people. I’m ready to leave.