I love my family.
My messy, confusing, loving, caring, crazy family.
They support & love me whether or not they approve of what I’m doing. They try to understand when I can’t explain how I feel. When I’m feeling down they always are there to pick me up, regardless of my endless stupidity & imperfection.
That’s the cool thing about family, at least in my situation. I’ve learned to be more understanding, and try to break down the reasons why my family reacts to the things I do. I’ve gained more patience for them, and have been continuously learning how to be unapologetic when expressing how I feel.
No matter where I go, or what I do, I know my family is there to take me in when I have nowhere else to turn to.
Peace & Love,