Miss Colette

 I want to go home  but somehow somewhere in me  I am convinced that I don't have a home  Unlike some of you, I don't believe home to be a person  I believe home is a place or motion that brings happiness, amazing silence,  the feeling of belonging, being loved, being cherished, and being adored for being you.  I have this rage to go back home  And I don't know which road to take  Or which room to enter  Or which person to turn to.  Maybe it's going back to things that make us feel enough,  Heard, seen, and considered.  Maybe it's moving out  To a new neighborhood where everything seems new and strange  And you got to like the process  Being excited and being scared  Maybe it's buying a new plant  And water it every day with the hope of growing it to the house's roof.  Maybe it's ignoring every noise around you  Be the crazy and weird A** you  Or maybe it's finding the realest, willi...

 June is finally here  Allow me to scream Happy Birthday friends, Happy New Month fam, and Happy Pride Month. I am supporting people here, don't come for me, even if you do, you can't find me; I don't exist in real life. By the way, yesterday someone told me that every person who is born in June is a little gay. Just passing by.  Let's get to why I am here, I think I was talking a lot🙈 I am here to ask for a friend, Am I the only one who thinks that June is a month of heavy planning and correction? Or is it because I was born in July and I take June as a time to correct the mistakes that I made since July of last year? This whole situation doesn't sit well with me, it makes me way uncomfortable and stressed out. The planner I am, I have a belief that June can help me fix the mess I have been making since I started the year. If you have to know, I don't normally start a year in January, for me it's July.  The mistakes that I have been making have to catch up...