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Some people say it's where you grew up, others say it's where you come home to every day.
And right now I hate one and have lost the other.
Well, "lost" isn't right word. I had to leave because my stupid ass sister got knocked up when she was to young to handle a kid and from what her over exaggerated description said about her daughter, she is a fucking bitch of a child.
She is probably not as bad as Maddy says though.
Or at least I hope to hell she isn't.
Even I can't handle the kind of stuff she said in that letter.
Okay. Back on track here, the better word would be left, but leaving led to me "losing" it.
So let's just call that whole situation the two L's or, LL to make it simpler.
Anyways, I left a lot behind in Montana.
I was attending college for welding and, yes, believe it or not poetry.
     I am such a classy bitch.
I also had a boyfriend.
I know, I don't believe it either.
But I did, or do?
I don't even know anymore.
    But isn't that always how it goes, you have a little fight, get back together, then one leaves and you have no clue if you text them on that long plane ride or leave it be.
     That doesn't seem like the kinda thing I would do in that sort of situation.
I just always do what I want.
     I wanted to text him on my long plane ride.
     But I didn't.
     Why?
     . . . It's complicated.
     Love has twisted my weak fucking body In to a million different ways when all I want is to be sturdy and strong.
     Again, anyways,
     I dropped literally everything to go save my older sisters ass from her fucking devil child.
     As you can see, I am not the happiest about it.
     And trust me, you wouldn't be either.
     The thing that gets me to sleep at night is the fact that I am going back to Montana in a few months.
     Ya ,I have turned into a optimistic bitch.
      But I have gotten to the point where it's either looking on the bright side no matter how dim it may be or, falling apart.
     And god dam it, I am not falling apart.
     Because like I said earlier, my weak fucking body has been twisted in a billion different ways and I am supposed to be the strong one.
     I pray to be strong.
     I want so badly to be strong.

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