Alone in the house for a few precious hours......
While my parents go to my mother's church, I get to be as loud and obnoxious as I possibly can be for about three hours... it makes my heart happy. In this house with absolutely no privacy and way TOO much contact with each other, I very much enjoy the time I can have to myself, and without them listening to me, or thinking I am leaving the house because I am mad or whatnot. I just want to be by myself, why is that hard to understand?
If I am not in a good mood, I want to be able to relax and deal with what is going on before I take it out on them... why should they have to be subject to my moods? That's not fair, if I am mad or upset usually it has nothing to do with them, and it's not their fault.
PS I love writing poetry in the smallest size I possibly can read it on HUGE pieces of paper.... that means TONS of space and little vignettes and WAY too many things going on, on the paper.
PS Last night while at church, I realized I am awesome... it was kind of a late coming revelation... anyways it feels good.
If I am not in a good mood, I want to be able to relax and deal with what is going on before I take it out on them... why should they have to be subject to my moods? That's not fair, if I am mad or upset usually it has nothing to do with them, and it's not their fault.
PS I love writing poetry in the smallest size I possibly can read it on HUGE pieces of paper.... that means TONS of space and little vignettes and WAY too many things going on, on the paper.
PS Last night while at church, I realized I am awesome... it was kind of a late coming revelation... anyways it feels good.