This place is boring. Constantly, I find myself hoping that this is the last time that I have to endure such assaults on my freedom and life-attitudes.
Gahd. My time is consumed with online poker and drug abuse, balanced with working and doing nothing-- quite literally nothing. I don't think it's out of laziness, but mostly apathy. I just want the summer to end. I just want to be back in Montreal, back in my old life, back where things make sense to me...
Where I have friends. And work to do. And places to visit. and things to see. Where every day is new and exciting. Where I can slough off this tyrannical conservative yoke and spread my new-found wings. Not only am I ready to fly, but I've been doing so for years now.
I digress.
Life in Maine is slow. Which is nice, if you're 15 and don't know any better, or if you're 47 and can't keep up. But I'm neither. I'm young and ambitious and bright... I'm excited about the future and my life. And this place-- being caged with these negative hate-mongers -- is sucking the life out of me.
My eyes are young and enjoy taking in the sights of the world. I feel blinded here. I'm trapped with *kids* too young or ignorant to have opened their eyes or adults too old to keep them open any longer.
Am I the only one who can see here? Dear god, get me the fuck out of this town. Out of this state. Out of this country. Dear god, let me go HOME.
I miss you, Montreal. I miss the way you make me feel-- enjoying life.
It's so easy to see why I was depressed during high school--I empathize. I wasn't made for this fucking place. I need to be free.
