push my way up the stairs.
Why is dad so annoying. I keep walking. My room is untouched. Just
how I like it. It’s clean. White bed sheets present themselves on a
queen bed.
My bed.
…
It feels so, so, so wrong to say that.
Im still stuck. I’m not sure why exactly. I quickly pass through my
memories to try and find the cause of my distress.
Ah.
Home.
I’ve never seen this place as my home.
Maybe when Rachel was here.
But she isn’t anymore.
Yeah.
And ever since then my hearts been pierced with a spear.
I never admit cause the subject’s sore.
But ever since she left, my life has ..changed
I don’t know whether I’ve been recharging or if I’m drained.
I guess you might say its changed for the better,
But can i truly ever settle ?
Maybe tomorrow I’ll wash my husband’s shirt.
Then clean up after my kids’ shit.
Maybe I’ll raise seventy cats and become a witch.
Maybe I’ll spend my days watching Lilo and stitch.
Maybe I’ll get an office job in the country.
Maybe I’ll spend my life eating kinder and bounty.
Maybe I’ll be happy.
And fall in love with someone sappy.
..
I’ve fallen in love with someone sappy.
Someone who makes me happy.
I spend most days laughing.
I have options and im bad at ranking.