Heal my heart


Spent a whole afternoon at Nanny's house today - like every other day. A place that somehow feels more like home to me. There's neither a reasonable nor valid explanation as to why it is so. It just is. I used to say "Cause' it was the house I was brought up in". But... Come to think of it, It means so much more.

There's some semblance of peace, just being in that house. It's where I find comfort - surrounded by Nanny and Aunt Sharon. It's where I'm looked after, tended to my every need. It's where communicating doesn't feel so strained all the time.

Best of all, It's where I get my way most of the time.

... and so on and such forth. I just love being there; that's all there is to be said.

A few moments ago, I gave into my emotions. I'd allowed the tears to fall, without any attempt of wiping them away. I was hoping the tears would ease the mixture of discomforting emotions stirring up inside me.

I did little, though.

It was the unfairness my Dad prevailed of confiscating my other number that made me slightly bitter. I was afraid my friends would message me in such a manner my Dad wouldn't approve of, which will lead him to speculate on unreasonable, let alone stupid possibilities.

But... then again, I have nothing to hide. Still, I'd love to have my sim card back.

Since there won't be any luck of that sort with my Dad, I left it in the hands of a trusty friend of mine, whom I hope would succeed.

There's nothing to worry about, I keep telling myself.