"I'm done with all that shit. I've moved on from this town"

those were my words. words that i was luckily able to catch right before my lips opened to let them out. Because it is a lie. That's more of a goal that I will probably never accomplish. Some things I have let go of. Others I can't. A few, I never want to. The only thing that coming back to this town did was remind me of everything I hate about it. If you really want to change, you have to change the atmosphere around you. You have to really get away from everything permanently. And I can't even promise that it will work. But being stuck in one place that you don't want to be will never get you anywhere you want to be. I came back home for the weekend. I forget the headaches. They were waiting, and greeted me when I arrived here.
From the second you pack the last bag and start the car, everything your driving away from is forgetting you.
But you can never forget it.
No matter how much you are trying to.
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