I think I would like to be away.
I thought I could come home, be happy, and spend some time with my parents since hell week is finally over and it ended pretty well, since the team mate and I managed to finish our silly radio docu.
I, for one, didn’t want to come home, and see another person in my house. Someone whom I thought is already a part of the past. Grandma’s dead, you were supposed to leave our lives too, when your contract was up. That’s it. You don’t call back and say how shitty your new job is and beg us to take you back, so you can have a good life here.
Like wtf man. I feel so bratty but let down at the same time. I wished they listened to me and actually believed me when I said I wanted to spend more time with the mother before I no longer could.
Now that there’s someone else here to vie for her attention, God knows what I’ll do.
Or maybe, somewhere up there, someone wants me to be chronically upset again, so I can become a better writer.
