Photograph #9//Lil Peep || Rewriting

#35

I went back to my mom's home:

And knocked on the door, she opened it and hugged me, "Your home sweetie"

"Yeah mom"

We pull away and I walk in, seeing that it hasn't changed. I picked up the picture of my dad holding me over my birthday candles, and set it back down.

"How are you mom?"

"I've been keeping myself busy,"

I nodded my head, and went to see the back yard- where my dad's green house stood, "How are the roses?"

"It's beautiful, sometimes I feel like he's in there- taking care of them" she grabbed onto my shoulders and hugged me.

"I'm so glad your home"

"Me too" I say, holding her.

She pulled away, "I know- I wish I could've handled your father's death differently- and I'm sorry for all those times- "

"It's okay mom, that was the past"

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"I put all your stuff in your old room, and your car keys are handing from your bulletin board" she tell me as I walked up the stairs.

"Thanks mom"

I went into my room and a flood of memories came rolling into my mind, all those nights I had Jess over- hiding all those MD's under my bed.

I looked at my hs years, like damn where did these people go?

I posted to my IG as well:

(I was referring to Bex putting me on blast)

- I started to unpack my things- and got my laundry going. My phone made that ting noise so I checked it;

Lil Peep:

Dat me 😂 reincarnation

I laugh,

No cobain too legend

😏😏😏- he replied.

I set my phone down and went to my bathroom, setting all my hygiene stuff in there- officially home- for the time being.

It took all day to unpack my things, placing everything in my closet. After I was done with getting the boxes outta my way, I set up my camera's printer, hooking it to my Mac, then uploading a few of my favorite pictures from the tour. I summed it down to four pictures for my book of memories, printing them out:

Photograph #1:

Photograph #2

Photograph #3

Photograph #4