field trip.

'Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.'

-robert frost/the road not taken.

after all my trip wasn't a blow, for the first time in my life i cried on my way home. i have a feeling trips to my family's house aren't going to be easy anymore. something about that frightens me to no end. it's so hard not to act reckless, yet so easy to put a mask on like i'm feeling no pain..

i'm home, grr. what a trip. i've been gone for about two weeks. a lot has changed. me mostly, i guess. i miss texas greatly. i spent most of the time with my cousin. ooh how spectacular it was. i met many many great people that have showed me a lot of interesting things. i don't know though. i'm single, again. i feel amazing too. never could be better actually. i'm enjoying time away from everyone. learning new things and respecting myself more. there isn't much to write about. i've been in the car most of my day and smelling very unpleasent smells. waved at many of five oh's. ha. i miss what's in my rearview mirror already.

enjoy niggah.