Most at Home

Some days I feel that I don’t fit in anywhere. But then I home and at the end of the day I craw into bed. I feel most at home under the blankets, everything falls away and I fit in. At the end of the day it does not matter that I did not fit in that day at night I feel good about the things I have done and the choices I have made.

I’m not perfected by at the end of the day if I feel good about myself that’s all that matters to me. We live and die by are choices. Even in a disagreement if I end the argument with out regretting what I said even it the words are harsh that’s ok, because I made a choice.

I take the stares for the most part even if its hard. I walk all over because I worked hard to be able walk and will not let myself take the easy way out. It’s a slippery slop that leads to blaming others for my problems.