Sometimes I wanna dress really dowdy or ugly on purpose to make people feel ashamed to be around me while they and they’re other equally pretentious friends frown upon me
Or I’ll not laugh at their jokes because they think they’re so damn funny when really they’re jokes are packed with ignorance and seriously offensive content.
But this is just me thinking I’m mighty enough to manipulate a situation or someone’s expectations
And thats when I lose this stupid battle I’ve created in my own little brain
I’m less than an hour away from seeing my familia. From hugging them and smelling them and feeling their love. In the last few days in our what was once our home.
We’ve moved before. Moving is not a big deal. But I must admit I LOVE that house. It has managed to contain within it’s walls, six of the most loving and beautiful human beings on this earth, that which is my family.
I have less than 24 hours to get there, pack up the life of my adolescent years into cardboard boxes, and get my butt back to LA.
Everyday I confront the same question. How can a heart contain so much love? Each day I fall in love with life all over again