it’s a new month. for some reason, this fact makes me happy. it’s almost as if the month is a fresh start for me even though i’m living in alhambra, the place i grew up. i suppose, for every couple of steps forward it’s necessary to take a few steps back.
this town is all i have. the chances of my return to oklahoma are slim to none and, although i highly dislike this fact, it’s difficult to alter. with my heart there, i feel as if i have become a type of zombie. i take part in everyday activities but, when it comes to really enjoying myself, it’s hard to just let go and love what happens. i really am missing a major part of me and my...