I grew up in a shit Midwestern town where we always felt like we should say we were from the name of the bigger city of big shoulders that overshadowed us. I’ve always looked somewhere west. I moved here for a man I thought I would spend the rest of my life with. While that did not end as we had foreseen, my stay here now feels like a prison. This is not how I felt my life would be, I am lacking passion, glamour, and truth. Don’t you dare ever tell me to be happy where I am, because I never will be. I know where I belong and money is the only thing stopping me from, well, life. I work two jobs that wear me out and make me sick. I can barely stay up until midnight on weekends.
I don’t know what to say anymore.