I hate it here. Indianapolis sucks ass. If you've been paying attention, I moved back to the "city" of my birth, a place I couldn't wait to leave, in order to spend time with my parents before they die. That's the only reason I'm here, there's no love for Indianapolis. I left a vibrant port city, Seattle, a real city, a city of the world with a thriving cultural scene and restaurants of all flavors that are open past 3:00PM, for a provincial shit-town. I don't know which of my parents it will be that dies second, my mom or my dad, but ten minutes after that funeral, I'm planning my move back home to Seattle.
Just my thoughts on stuff. Writing seems to help me figure things out. Feel free to leave your comments but don't be a jerk. "I (already) know I'm unlovable, you don't have to tell me..."