This place

Is giving me trouble. I want out of Montgomery so badly. This place is a pariah of culture. We're unfixable. All we have are like six gas stations and a Wal-mart that is the breeding place of the underpaid.

I've got myself in a bad place. Luckily, though, time is on my side. I still have a chance. But if I don't leave soon, I won't. I can't even make ripples here when I want to be out making waves. This place has taught me nothing. I learn not. It's not even comfortable. The weather is my bane.

I kind of hate it. All the churches are the same, and all I do is church. That's it. Just church. And college, occasionally. But forget that. I could go anywhere else for all of this junk and get some culture while I'm at it. Some learning. I need exposure!

I want exposure. I want different air. I need different air.