oh, guys...

i've been writing entries much the same as i read from you on slips of paper. i don't have time to type them now; later i will make this simple sentiment sound prettier, but the fact is:

i don't want to be here.

and reading your entries makes me dread going to work or even home that much more... oh, dammit, this sucks.

i miss you guys. i miss marietta. i miss belonging somewhere.

wondered which had changed more, place or self?
Annie Proulx