Heart of Glass

When i first moved, I said i would never miss new jersey because i held a grudge. I saw only the bad times neglecting to look at all the good that was hidden within. Now i’m realizing where you come from plays a lot in who you are. I am remembering all of the good that came from home. I’m realizing the real world is hard. cold. mean. People here think differently about you, its obvious i’m not from florida.

you know don’t get me wrong i love florida and some of the people i have met here. but no where will ever compare. or even come close to new jersey/atlantic city/northfield/galloway. or anywhere else. sometimes i just want to go back a few years relive some of the times i had and know that they were good. sometimes i don’t think i was ready to leave there yet. but now i know that i can’t go back.