Paradise Re-found

This week, I bought my truck back from the person I sold it to while I was in Europe.  It's good to have it back.  Now I can actually go places without being afraid of my vehicle breaking down.  I finally have some extra money to afford the gas to get there and back but I really shouldn't be going at all.   But I just need to get away from the craziness of the law firm and this city.

So two days ago, I decided that I would go visit friends in Dallas since it's been 5 months since I've been there.  Sounds simple enough... but no... I've already got people bitching and complaining about me not being able to visit them or not being able to spend more time with them.  Sorry.  I've got exactly one weekend to see and hang with at least 10 good close friends and several others that I'd like to see.  It ain't gonna happen people. 

The same thing happened when I moved to Dallas several years ago.  I had too many friends to see back here in Shreveport.  I started having to do secret visits and just not tell others that I was there.  Well I ain't gonna do that any more.  That's shitty.  This is my weekend to get away and I'm not gonna be stressed out over this.  After this, I doubt I'll be making many more trips to Dallas.

Do you ever feel like crying but the tears won't come out and you don't feel like you can talk to anyone about it and you know that the hurt won't go away and it isn't your fault that you are hurting in the first place?

It's enough to make anyone go crazy.  I have yet to find a place here where I can go to scream.