nothing really. I just broke down looking at some old pictures of the house I used to live in. White lake was so peaceful and beautiful. I could sit on my porch and 4 in the mourning and not have to worry about who is "rolling" down the street. I could lay down and just look at the stars and not have to worry about getting jumped because I wore a red shirt. These people here are so loud and rude to me because of the way I talk, dress, and I fear the color if my skin...god they are so loud...why do they always have to yell when they talk and repeat themselvs over and over again? I hate this city so damn much. I miss the crickets and the peacocks and my older brother and older sister...and my dad.
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