I live in this town. To state more correctly, I am located in this town that can be described as none other than a zit in the arm pit of Florida. It stinks of failure and waste. All one can hope for a future in this place is a job working shifts at the paper mill or a chance to run their father’s company into the ground. This town is stagnant and I want nothing more than to flee as far from it as possible.
To say that I hate it here would be an understatement. People think like they are told to think. They exist to work and reproduce. No one is here to create. And my spirit loathes those built to fit in. I am beyond ready to break out and break free. It is time for me to find my way to the other side of the world, to find people that are my kind. I find it impossible to believe that this is all that will ever be. This cesspool is far to content with its sameness. I am seeking a plane ticket to anywhere, at anytime, on any day, as long as that day in now.
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