| | Man, living at home again takes a toll on me. When I step through the door, I'm greeted with a sea of questions. "How come you're coming home so late?" "Why didn't you pick up your phone?" "How come you didn't call me?" The good thing about this is that the answers are simple: "Didn't feel like coming home yet, and I left my phone in Riverside." I know I'll always be my mom's little girl, but some things change. Especially now, I just don't give crap. Yeah, maybe I'm being mean, but honestly... I don't care. And the conversation ends there tonight because I wanted it to. There's no such thing as getting yelled at for coming home late when you're older. It's just disappointment that fills your parent's eyes when they feel their son/daughter so distant from them, but that's life. Love overflows from ourselves onto others. I can't even make myself happy, let alone those around me. |
| | Posted 11/3/2009 12:54 AM - 15 Views - 2 eProps - 2 comments
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