I hate being sick, but especially when I’m not home. I wasn’t feeling well and I spent most of today feeling gross and wishing I were home, where I could hide under my covers and not be in the way of anyone or anything that was going on. It’s sometimes difficult living without a place to go and be alone. I feel like I am usually in the way.
I’m so grateful to my brother and soon-to-be-sister-in-law for letting me crash on their futon for the greater part of a summer. I hope they don’t hate me for doing so and I hope they are not silently building their resentments. Perhaps I will go home this weekend and give them some space and time to themselves.
I am tired.
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