The last week has been a rollercoaster. I’ve been looking behind me more than I have ever done before.
I feel paranoid, like all the time, but I think I haven’t felt this lighthearted in a while, and if I may, sixteen.
But today, was something out of a bad nightmare. Then again home is for me at least. It’s like I don’t belong. I know where I belong and that’s with my grandparents. I miss them, and I don’t visit as often, because they live 2 hours away. But with all the shit that’s been happening around me, visiting them today, and seeing their smiling faces cheered me up instantly.
Over 80, wrinkled and soft, they are probably the only two people in the world who love me unconditionally, and I them.