This town has a way of reminding me of my sadness. It has a way of sucking the life out of every one of my good days. Every time things start to look up this town reminds me why I was sad in the first place. Because I'm drowning and dammit this town won't let me forget it. It's easy to feel sad when you're surrounded by people having the time of their lives, relishing in the good days, and you're just looking for a way out, praying for it to go faster, telling yourself all you've got to do is make it out alive. Four years feels like a lifetime in this damn town. I wouldn't call it homesick, It's more like helpless, drowning in problems with no solutions. Every day just waiting for the weekend, so I can pretend I've got my head on straight, pretend I can see the silver lining. Pretend I don't have to come back to this damn town.
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Author:
c.b (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 22nd, 2017 01:52
- Category: Sad
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Your writing sounds like a call for help, a deep desire for a change that does not seem to be possible. Very emotional writing that drew me in and did not want to let go.
It made me remember my gone days of youth on Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. Dammid and also beautiful lost days of my life. I thought was lost days but today I can see how much I've learned with those sad lovely days from my past. Luckily tomorrow is always another day. Love your sincere writing.
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