Thoughts of a moment.

Sometimes we all need space, a tinny winny bracket to breathe. 

I never understood why some people are worried about not wanting to come home. 

It seem ironical. Because the fact that you're worried that you won't want to come home, is a sign that you do want to come home. You know? You geddit? 

It's like…. I do miss home. 

Occasionally, yes, the way people nag at me all the time, is just soooo frustrating. 

I've got to report to people all the time when I'm back here. 

I've got to talk even when I don't want to…

But it's a lot simpler than being back there. 

Back there, I wander and loiter alone.

I do a lot of things and thinking alone. 

Even when having a conversation, there is not much knowledge exchanged. 

It's just daily life ramblings and non stop grumbling about Life and the great mighty Her. 

It's depressing. Yet enjoying. 

The fact that Life back there sets me in such a light that I always have to think twice, is different. 

I come from a much normal background, with a much complicated father and very normal mother. 

I was put into different paths and stories by my family. 

I didn't enjoyed the true bliss of an only child, nobody dotes on me (in the material sense). 

Life is just… different. 

The way things swing around and change. Mmhm. 

I'm not depressing. 

I just feel like being thoughtful tonight.