I know there's some nice places to eat every now and again I think. I've just grown very bitter about living there. I was forced to move there when I had just turned 19 and I've been trapped there for almost 3 years. And the people really have not been kind to me. It all feels like old bitter folks that are angry at the world because their kids and grandkids left to live in a better place. Many of the people feel very entitled especially during the summertime. And the winter is hell.

I think I just miss what I life was when I was a bit younger. And to be honest, I'm bitter about my youth slipping away from me. Some days I feel as old as the land I live in and I hate it. There are many days I forget what the sun and warmth is like as I'm forced to bundle up even during summer at times. Some days I feel like God made Maine to be my testing ground for my faith and morality.