Back with the family. It’s unexpectedly easy and warm. There was that one moment, when I saw a slight smile on my mother’s face, when she turned and saw me and Joanna standing there. My poor expressions cannot describe what that was, but I kinda caught a glimpse of being a mother in that instant.
Been insomniac for three days straight, a problem I never had in the past, considering how I usually sleep away reality instead. But being back with the family, being so evidently loved made me realized more so than the impending release of my failing grades, it was the urge to love that was eating me up. The desire to love someone. This is new. Then again, maybe not.
(Source: anditslove, via recycledletters)
And that won’t be happening anytime soon.