Been to several parts of the East coast and I'm contemplating suicide just being reminded of it.
I'm stuck in the bible-belt and I feel like I'm depressed because I can't return to the iron range right now. Once you've been where you belong, going to bad places really feels like you've been abandoned by god. I don't enjoy being ripped from heaven. What gets me through the day is the idea is idea that I might be able to go back, and avoid the south and the coasts.