  ::: Michigan ::: (Exerts from my journal) In Michigan I found a lot of things a couple of pens, a pocket knife, a lot of change but the thing I found out about myself is that I have the ability to detach myself from reality.
In Mich. I put my brain on auto answer everything was either fine or okay. My friends could barely tell the difference to them I looked so happy and comfortable. I hid from the world in my tent counting minutes, seconds and days until I would be free again. I sometimes wished that Sarah had come but I felt bad for wishing this fate upon anyone.
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder", I only wish every body could understand that. In my own mind the only quote that repeated itself was "misery loves company I never understood what it meant I know now. When I got back I though everything would be fine but I was wrong all the smiles and good mornings and false happiness took its toll. I went to school to work somethings out anyone who got in my way got cut down to the size of a bean every other word I said would shame a sailor I had no patience and I lost control I was angry I wanted to vent.
I just wanted to be depressed, sad, angry, lonely, tired and upset all the emotions I was denied at Michigan I found very few places on the "land I could just vent or be sad or just talk to somebody.
I tried my best to hide my feelings I'd like to think I did pretty well. Every time I think about it, I know I survived the Michigan womyns music festival and lived to tell the tale. I feel as though I fought the good fight and won. (My behavior at school was uncalled for and after much smoking apologizes were issued at the discretion of angry and nobody was hurt in the making of my schedule) "Without negative there is no positive without night there is no day it's life's natural balence. " The very happy to be Angry Dyke 
