I really wanted to cry yesterday. I was so sad and frustrated. I was between that stage where I felt like my heart was being ripped out and stepped on and my head was being smashed against the wall. I held it in, though (I'm a big girl). I guess that's what happens when you feel alone and helpless.
Anyways, it's kind of nice being back. I haven't been back in a while. My cousins were both really excited when my aunt told them that I was back and they rushed into my room in the morning (it's block day for them). I talked to them for a while before they had to go to school and before leaving they said "Bring lots of blankets!" which made me smile. My aunt is very concerned because when I got back last night at 1am she looked at me with a what... the... heck... expression, but then I explained it to her and she completely understood and was super supportive. You know, I realize that when it comes down to it no one is going to care except for family because people are too busy thinking that their own lives are more important to bother with your crap. That's okay, I guess. It's normal. Altruistic behavior gets people killed in the wild. Every man for himself right? Unless they're family then there are kinship benefits, so that pretty much sums up human interactions. It's nice knowing that there are people that care. Thank you auntie + cousins, I feel much better. It was definitely worth the time and money driving down.
Well, that's that. I'm going back at 12pm. That thing should be gone by the time I get there. If not then someone is going to get hurt.
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