bria

The dogs are quiet. It's almost four in the morning and I'm home. Home from my shitty flight and home from the middle of the midwest.
Seeing my family was good. I get so used to being away from anyone who has an opinion of me. Here I'm around friends and acquaintances, no one to really be disappointed in me. There I go back to being someone's daughter, someone's niece and aunt and cousin. It's kind of nice to feel expectations of myself. Off to bed.