When I graduated high school I cut ties with just about everybody I ever associated with. I hated the time I spent there, it was literally my hell on Earth. I wanted nothing to do with the people and I didn’t care if they wanted anything to do with me (most of them didn’t anyway). I knew going off to college would be good for me; I could get out of this over-sized small town and move on with my life.
The biggest down fall of being on summer vacation and having to come back to this town is I literally have no one. I don’t have those old friends to call up and make plans with; to party on the weekends or grab lunch before work. I have no one to go to when I’m unwelcome in my own home.
The worst part is, the people I actually want to see are miles, hours, towns, and cities away. They have their old friends to catch up with, their families to spend time with. But not me.
My mom keeps asking me what my plans for the weekend are and who I’m going out with. I’m running out of excuses as to why I haven’t been doing anything. I’m to embarrassed to tell her. I’m ready to get out of here. I never felt like I really belonged, and this summer is just going to reassure me of that.
I can’t even lay out by the pool to kill time.1 notes / 1 day ago / reblog