My home….

After a difficult weekend at home…makes me so happy to have my own home, my own life, my own friends. I am so thankful to be home, here in my house, doing my own thing.

Going home each and every time is mental hell for me. I am forced to think about things that I would be able to block out here in my life in Williamsville. I think about certain people. Wish that circumstances could be different for them…. for us…wish they could be happy. Others that I love dearly in my family who make the most of their life, who work very hard, who do right by themselves and others, deserves better. Deserves to be healthy, happy.

Each and every time I travel back home is upsetting. Then it’s more upsetting when I have to end my visit with family members I love to spend time with. Man…it’s very fucking hard.

But, when I return home, I feel safe from all that crap I think about. What could have been, what I have now.

I am just very greatful for what I have.