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HELLVIEW CITY LIMITS
I lived in Statesboro for several years. What I'm about to say sounds like bullshit or just some guy complaing about a crappy town. It's not and I'm not.
There is something evil dweilling in Statesboro. The entire time I lived there I never really planned on leaving. I wanted to, but I kept making excuses. "My family is here" "My friends are here" Yeh..bullshit. It was like some kind of fog was over my mind, keeping me from thinking clearly.
Everyone I ever knew there was a backstabber. Like I said..it's the town. It's like something out of fucking Stephen King. After a while I started calling it Hellview, joking that it was the doorway to Hell itself. Maybe I was onto something...
I finally escaped a few months after I graduated, and that was only because I was forced to. I didn't have a place to stay and was forced to go live with my dad in Jesup. Here's what it's like for me living in Jesup and going back and forth to Statesboro. I live in Jesup. I HATE Statesboro. I never want to return. When I do go back within 10 miles of the city limits I get nervous, sometimes even a little sick to my stomach. As I cross into the city limits it's like I'm gonna throw up. I feel terrible. I feel like I'm dying. And then, miraculously I feel better. I start thinking "Statesboro ain't a bad town" and I start unconcously looking at apartments, wondering about jobs. I turn a six-hour trip into a two-day trip. I've almost gotten fired a few times because it was so hard to leave. And then, once I leave, get some distance, I suddenly feel a fog lifting off me and I think "What the FUCK was I thinking? That place sucks!"
In addition, events keep happening that draw me back. A friend is sick, someone misses me, whatever. It usually happens just as I start to forget the place. Sometimes I even feel it "calling" me back. Recently I decided to see a neurologist. I went to my doctor and she made a recomendation of a neurologist in, you guessed it, Statesboro. After only a few trips I called and asked to be transfered to Savannah. I've since vowed to never return. Since then, a friend randomly was forced to move there, just after inviting me to his wedding. Yeh..
It's not just me either. My friend (brother) Chris lived there for a while to and he refuses to go back. He's been called back several times for one reason or another, even living in a different state. He says he feels the same symptoms I mentioned earlier. A friend who drives me there occassionally, who didn't really believe me at first, started feeling the symptoms after just a few short trips there. She's never even lived there. A girl I used to work there described something similar, vowed to never go back, then suddenly her mother fell ill and she had to move back.
My advice. If you live in Statesboro, get out and never look back. If you don't live there..don't go.