wednesday 21 april 2010 turners flails
They call this area of Massachusetts the Pioneer Valley, the valley being that of the Connecticut River. It's that for me, of course, loving water as I do. But it's a valley of trauma too, a valley of dirty, ugly souls.
I live here in this town again, as of 31 March, and it's nothing but torture. I chose this town -- I wanted to be with my memories. But it's even more pain than I'd envisioned it would be. I despise these wretched people so much.
I've said before over my two years of journaling on the internet (and on more than one blog) that you won't get new-age, touchy-feely, forgive, forgive, stuff-your-dark-emotions-and-pretend-they-don't-exist prattle from me. You'll need to read other people's blogs to get that.
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