September 30, 2019
8:45 p.m. I wanted to stay home. Mom and Dad were watching some comedy film when I left. My siblings would've been home before 10 p.m. Sundays at home are cozy. I think back again to my imagined persecution from earlier today when I didn't want to come home. I make a mental note to be more positive, open. Thoughts become things. Most of them, yes? I want to pocket this moment wherein I'm full of affection for my family, this moment when I actually believe I can be someone worthy of love. OK. Time to work.