I can’t go back. I love my home, I love the people there but my family is here now and I can’t go backwards, I can only go forward. I’m going to stay here and do my own thing until I find another place that I want to be better, somewhere that I’ve never been. During the Fall semester, I’m going to go ahead and study abroad for the semester and I’m going to start my music website and get myself a camera and just start living the life I wanted. I have every opportunity to do it and there’s no way that I can back out just because I’m too scared to make something out of it. Who gives a shit if I have no friends here? Friends will come later when I stop fucking looking for them. Life starts now and it doesn’t start in Joplin or Kansas. Besides, I’m always going to love my home no matter where I am.
In the words of Cinna,
“And it doesn’t how much pot or rum, I won’t forget where I come from.”