Why does it seem I only turn to this page when I'm under the same roof as my family?...
I think of this page often actually... very often lately. I've created countless posts in my head that belong here recently, they just never actually make it to the keyboard. And what drives me to actually sit down and write now? My family is back in town.
I really don't mean to be ragging on them. They are really not all bad. We just do not do well living under the same roof. Really for any amount of time.
Anyway, I'd like to write here more. With my first post (that I erased) about my mom and then the second (like a year and a half later) about A... I want to write here more so that the things I do write don't seem so big or bitchy or whatever they may seem when they're so sporadic and sitting there taking up space all by themselves. I don't want them to seem more than they are... they're just venting.
Sure, some things will be real and big and seriously bitchy, but I need some distractions and some not so big things thrown in here for filler. Make any sense? Probably not.
It's late and I'm stressed and I'll shut up now. But I'll be back.
Believe me, I"ll be back.
