I recently visted the place of which i called home at one time and wow did it hurt.
It hurt so much to recall so many memories that when i walked down the old road that i lived upon i started to tear up. It royal sucked being back up in the place of which i called hme for simple reasons.
1 when everyone is off on one single day and try to tear you apart
2 no car to get around...
3 waiting a few hours for a train to go in the direction of which was needed.
4 people

i am seriously on thinking of staying single the entirety of my life single.
People of which i thought that liked me change there mind. and wow was it emotionaly charged when i the train refuses to stop at the station of which was needed. so that means i had to walk a total of 35 miles to get to where i need to go then walk to where i wanted to see. I do have some photos that i am goign to post up here shortly may take some time just downloading off of camera.
Also if anyone has a gun, knife of anykind, and a bottle or wiskey, gin, or vodka give me a hollar.
Would love to borrow for a little while. You shall find out what i will do with these objects combined.