"Are you hungry?"
"No, I've already eaten," I'd yell back as my stomach grumbled in disagreeable.
I couldn't go down there. Not today.
I'd have so many good days and just one thing will throw me off and I'll spiral back down to uneasy sadness.
I just don't want to see anyone today.
I'm homesick. I want my mom back. I want my house back. When I'm at home, I feel free. I'm not in a trapped up world where I can't do anything but I'm free.
Everyone wishes that they could fly away and be free.
When I'm home, I can be creative. I can go on walks whenever I feel like it. I have safe places where I feel like no one can touch me. I have my roof.
I shouldn't be complaining. I live a wonderful life compared to others and I at least have a place to stay. It may not be home but at least I have people here who I think care about me. No, scratch that. I think I just annoy them.
Hmm it's Mother's Day soon. That means I have to whip something up for my mom. I have to do something that's special. I never see her so I need to make this year count. I know my mom will appreciate anything I make likewise but I still want to provide her a happy day where she's not lonely for once.
Sorry I'm not good enough for you.
Sorry I'm not good enough for myself.
