I can never be sad in my house.
I can never try to romanticize my deepest darkest emotions,
when I have a sister,
who's sick with a cold and just watched over my shoulder and goofily shook her boobs at me.
A dad that makes the dumbest jokes in all of eternity but still makes us laugh.
And a mother, whose food tastes like fucking heaven,
and whose hugs give me the urge to keep going.
It's not always like this,
we've had our share of rough patches.
But I love them and they love me.
I don't know what I'd do without them.
Sometimes they're the cause of my sadness but,
I can never be sad in my house.
