I just want him to text me so I can ignore him again but secretly think of what would happen if we'd talk like adults

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I just want him to text me so I can ignore him again but secretly think of what would happen if we'd talk like adults
So, my mother and I got into an argument when I voiced my support for the BLM movement, the Minneapolis protests, etc. I was sent to my room and I just...yeah:
Not to toot my own horn at all, but...I think my level of maturity has increased, and I’m proud of myself😌
Stumble On
. Maturity is preferring the acoustic Led Zeppelin tunes . sck050217
“I am a very mature person,” I say confidently, rocking back and forth in the backseat while my parents drive me home from school
I must be getting old because my ideal fantasy has changed from "epic adventure to save the world" to "two people settling down for a domestic queerplatonic life and just generally coexisting."
Another Day
So today I woke up sore and sick from doing a 14 hour PA job for a friend of a friend. To add to it I had to take my car to the shop early to get repairs done, but no rental set up. So I had to call in sick to work, drop my car off at the shop, and spend money I'm saving to move out of my roach infested apartment for a $20 Uber ride.
But it wasn't as bad as I thought, the driver was cool and told me some awesome stories and he got me to smile a bit. Then my insurance quickly got everything in order and I have a truck for right now, and I'm out grabbing a bite and got complimented on my eyes (though with the crying I did today I thought that they would be red and puffy and just disgusting).
I don't know if today was a good day or not, but it doesn't matter. My days are just days that I can get through and enjoy the good, get over the bad, and pass by as another one comes.
Well whoever is reading this (probably no one) I hope you have a good day and days to come.
Waiting.
Hello world.
It’s been 532 days since I’ve been back.
I am working.
I am studying.
I am sad/happy/agitated/confused.
To be honest, my walk with Jesus has been pretty shitty. I’ve experienced and seen things that I wish I could just take back. But the optimist side of me is like... fuck it. You learn from that experience. So , yeah.
I’m at a point right now where I want to get back in-track with God. I’m at my own pace, but I’m proud of myself.
It’s pretty bizarre how I came to be in this position, but like I said before... I’m a pretty positive person. I think. I’d like to say that I’m maturing at the moment.