yes, I'm alive.
Rusty Domingue stopped by church tonight. He was in town seeing his neck doctor. It was sooo good to see him. I miss that guy.
It's so hard to leave your past behind when everytime you turn around there's another reminder of it. I find it hard to believe that I will ever feel at home and comfortable at my church again. It's just not the same anymore. Some people just flat out ignore me. Others just walk the other way. And I miss my old friends. I hardly talk to anyone there anymore. I used to breeze through those halls with a smile and hello for everyone. That was a long time ago.
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