You desperately feel the need to go “home”; and also don’t feel like you have anywhere/anyone to go home to 🤷🏻♀️
Fuck. Maybe I never did.
Much of what is discarded still holds value.
What are you taking for granted?
Jedi: I want a vape pen so my room smells nice like yours.
Diva: Her room smells ah-mazing. It smells good because she cares about it and keeps it clean. Im obsessed with your bed, Momma. Do you know I laid down and fell asleep in Mom’s bed for like an hour and when I woke up my skin was softer.
Me: How is that even possible?
Diva: I DONT KNOW! But it’s totally true. Your bed is magic.
I am much more productive and happier.
It has crossed my mind like a compulsion to go check on my child.
Interesting … stay tuned.
“If you spend your whole life worrying, the only way it will have meaning is if your fears become real”
I have grown a real disgust for Mothers Day.
I cant even explain why.
Maybe it feels too forced or fake like Valentines Day?
Maybe I resent being type-cast?
Maybe I don’t want to recognize people who dont recognize me?
Maybe I just know too much?
I know all too well what goes on behind closed doors and that some Moms wont get what they deserve and others wont deserve what they get.
Sometimes I really wish I could indulge in a blissful eternity of ignorance.