You would think that returning to a familiar place would be a good experience. you think that it would ignite some sort of passion or unlock some memories that youd like to relive or something...but when i return here, all there is left is anger. even after trying to arrive with a renewed hope of forging new memories, im never surprised with the disappointment that is thrown in my face. these old thoughts and beliefs still reside in me. and leave me with a remarkably bitter taste in my mouth.

i know i decided this along time ago, i was just hoping that i would get over it faster. basically i need more time away. i want to fly...