I'm trying to deal with it - the fact that my home is JUST LIKE HIS.

Yeah. Weird, right? Usually you have to hide away or explain the weird dad or the annoying uncle. He knows it all. Gets it all. It's why I can't let him out of my head at night/sometimes.

I turn off the phone. I don't need any alarms. This starts my cleanse of my astounding phone usage. 

The pinkly-painted room is dark and my blinds cast shadows, a form of light, I guess. A way I like to look at life.

Sometimes less is more, and this is less. Less than I really wanted to say, today.