I have always hated the town that I grew up in. After this past month, I'm starting to believe that this town hates me too.
My last final was on the last Friday afternoon of classes. The day after Christmas, my computer got a virus and was gone for two weeks. A week after I got my laptop back it appeared to be still infected, so I took it back and they said it would take 5-10 days on rush. The week that I left on my two-day getaway to Orange County, a rock hit my windshield while I was driving on the 99. The crack was small at first but spread and just would better to be taken care of while I'm home. Oh, Megan fucking bailed on our trip, that jerk. Then I left my ipod in orange county. On the bright side, it forced me to dig out old cd's in my old room. hello, motion city soundtrack
In the end of it all I found that I don't have anything in common with anyone here. In addition, whenever i come to this place I always feel more alone than ever, even though this is my home. was my home? I don't remember this place being so cold. The grass is greener here, I guess that helps a little.
