Ah, Michigan. A wonderland filled with freezing snow and slop. Filled with depression and poverty. No jobs.
And I was sitting on the Beach two days ago with my best friends. Staring out into the Ocean, not a care in the world. It was so beautiful down there. Everything was so laid back, no trash on the sides of the roads. The air was clean. It was very chilled out there for being a city.
They had help wanted signs up there. Everywhere. People weren't starving for jobs like they are here. I always used to be so passionate about Michigan. I had people here and loved it here and I didn't want to leave.
I never thought I'd want to go back to North Carolina so bad. Nothing took it's time. It was like, oh, you're back in Michigan? Here's some bullshit to be thrown your way.
So now I'm back, trying to pay for things with money I don't have, but I need to do this.
Looking for a job that will never come.
Missing one of my best friends.
Missing how I felt when I was there...
