The Begining.

Yes I have moved on, but these days I am back where I started. A scary fucking place. I left here in August and I secretly hoped something would keep me away, but unfortunately I did not run in to any crime to keep me in Philadelphia. So I came back, and it was a bad feeling, just as all the times I had visited in the last months. It was the feeling of the weight of this whole town sitting on my chest, pushing out all the air from me, activating my asthma. Every little thought of changing my residency to one of a Philadelphian was pushed out by the fact I am young, and I don't even know if I'm right about this one, but I am pretty sure. I will have to sacrifice for the family I feel some moral obligation to, even if they feel little to treat me as if I exist. So I come back every holiday and share them in the most miserable ways. I lay on the couch bought with broken promises, ripped by my own aggression. With no common means of being a member of society here, no job, no car, and a meager 9 dollars in cash and 5.71 in my bank account, I wait for my future to come.