Laundry

It's what keeps me awake at this hour in the night. Laundry, for I have almost nothing to wear tomorrow. I just kept pushing it, and pushing it until I couldn't anymore.

As I wait for it to be done, I think of how I feel away from home. About how I will try not to care about what people think of me and go beyond the prejudices set in my own head to label people. I need to talk to my brother.

I talked with Pearl, things should be fine between us now... hopefully. It's... weird. I never imagined about how I would feel after all of this had been sorted out.

And now.. I just felt lost for a moment, specially yesterday. For now I'm coming out of it. I think I'm coming out of it. Maybe I'm just being washed. Or getting dirty.

I just thought of it as so cliché, so used, so worn.

Good night.