I sit here, in the darkness of my room, listen to the sounds of two different shows playing. A houseful of kids, both in their own zones. I remember being a kid and spending the night at other peoples houses. The excitement and buildup, then when the moment comes it’s not as fun as I’d built it up to be. A subtle disappointment of my own making. But then there were those times, those times that it was so much fun to wake up with different adults. Participate in different morning routines. I hope these are good memories for them. Coming to uncle Geoff’s house and eating pizza and watching movies. I’ve always wanted the house that everyone feels comfortable in. Time well tell.
I’ve been down lately. Like really down. I’ve been trying to figure out why. Well I know why, but how to move through it. How to not allow my self wallowing to swallow me whole, even though most of the time I just fricking wish it would. Erase me. But yeah. I’m here. Kinda. Just pushing through, day after day. I hope 2021 is blossoming into a bright, promising year for you. I hope youre finding the strength in the softness of tender moments. Bla bla bla. Mushy mush. Ok, time to go. I hope you have a good evening.
Oh, I almost forgot. Hey you. Yeah, you. I love you.