Its always i know exactly how you feeling.

Well no, not really. You left, moved away to a beautiful, clean town. I stayed behind and rebuilt with the hopes that so many more would do the same. My god, so many people lied to me.

Why dont you call me, email me, whatever?

Dont want to, dont wanna talk to anyone and hear how great life is out of St. Bernard. Why don't ya'll come here, spend a night in the town you grew up in. Go to bed at night seeing the **** outside around you then waking up and seeing the same. You wont come back, but you want me to come there. Maybe i am the selfish one. But i'm not going to let this anger out on you. I'll hold it in and act like nothing is wrong.