The specter that's haunted my life is that my rural home region is decaying. Everywhere is dying. I almost never see anyone I went to school with because they've all wised up and left. I've seen the same buildings house 5-10 failed businesses throughout my life.
Recent events have essentially evaporated any shot I have at carving out a good life here (all my fault, any interested parties reading👀) and I've taken a step back and realized that that may be a good thing, actually. The trans refugees coming here in droves ain't enough to keep this place afloat.
Leaving here terrifies me to no end. But I can't stay here forever. It's suspended suicide.
If you read this far thanks for listening to me rant, I feel like I'm at a crossroads in my life. I've been a country femme my whole life and perhaps it's time to move on.
Comments
If you read this far thanks for listening to me rant, I feel like I'm at a crossroads in my life. I've been a country femme my whole life and perhaps it's time to move on.