the last few days before winter break holiday crunch. notoriously bad time of year, ya heard. everything, every thought inside my brain makes me hurt…because i can’t make sense of even half of them…because i start having horrific dreams that i don’t always remember (which is usually the case with me) but leave me feeling queasy and out of place all day. furthermore, i realized this weekend that if my gram were still around, i would 100% totally and completely be a different person entirely. rather than dreading going home, i’d most likely be wracking up insane frequent-flyer miles trying to get back every other weekend or something. i’d be so homesick it hurt.
but she’s not.
so i’m don’t.
and i’m not.
cuz i can’t.
mine :
