Not Quite Deliberate

These past couple days have seen an elevated amount of...avoiding people. Something I'm not exactly proud of because I've always worn my social butterfly crown with a pride that would disgust you. But this week, it's been a bit jumpy of the hide-behind-the-bushes sort.

I've never actually had someone that I needed to run away from. Apart from my mom. Specifically at 8 am on a Saturday morning and she's screaming about how she's been up for 3 hours and none of us have made the slightest half-assed attempt of pulling ourselves out of bed to help her buff the house to a shine. But I'm sure you'll agree the woman is completely estranged, and that I am entitled at least a good half-an-hour more of sleep-in. I agree too. And I do sleep in, only to regret it 15 minutes later when she storms into my room and empties the laundry basket on me. I crawl from underneath the heap, push it under my bed and head into the shower. After noncommittally dusting a table or two, I'm out the front door, running away from the mad bitch (I use this AFFECTIONATELY. I do love my mom).

There's no exact necessity to say who I've been dodging, but I've been out everyday and I've got a knot in my throat like I had the biggest secret in the world and it hurt keeping it cause I would want to tell somebody anybody and if I didn't already accidentally let it slip I would have let it combust inside me and kill me slowly