Home

Home is like. . .

Home is, like, where the heart is and stuff. It's that place where one can feel warm, comfortable, and content, where one can be herself without judgment. Home is fluffy bed, complete with a mattress so soft that one sinks deeply into its tempting foam without a second thought, a fuzzy blanket to wrap around oneself like a strong pair of arms, and with a stuffed animal to cuddle to console oneself with after a hard day. It is hot chocolate, decorated with tiny marshmallows for extra sweetness for those especially crappy days. Home is where one finds a peace of mind and possibly someone to share that peace with.

Home is not like. . .

Home is not like a party. It is not a crazy teenage party, where booze is the form of entertainment and people are always moving; it is not chaotic. It is also not a wedding or any other form of formal party. One doesn't have to watch their manners, sit up straight, mind their hair and make-up, and watch out for dangerous foods that threaten to stain your favorite dress. Home is not where one can hide behind a mask of elegance or an alcohol induced grin. It is not a place where one worries about whispers behind their back, jeers about those slutty, ripped jeans or that dress that sits too low on the bosom. Home is where you can unbutton those tight jeans and pull out those painful pins out of your hair to find release.

Home is sometimes like. . .

Home is sometimes like a rose, not without its thorns. The relaxation, peace, and quiet that a home offers can be so very welcome after a long day out, but there can be too much of a good thing. Left alone in isolation and without anything to busy one's mind can lead to thoughts wandering astray. Why did you say those things yesterday? Why are you so socially awkward? What kind of impression do you give? Are you too annoying? Does that kid from down the street like you, or were they only being nice? What does the future hold? Can you handle whatever it throws at you? What about that friend you had in 5th grade? What happened to them? Maybe you should look them up. Oh, no. They got fat and you laugh at their weight gain. Why are you so mean? What if you're a hypocrite? Weigh yourself. No, no, no no. You gained two pounds since last month. Start to google diets revolving around carbohydrates because you're on your period and you want to fulfill your cravings. Sneeze and feel a chunk your uterus slide out. Sob a little. Life stinks.

Home is sometimes where bad thoughts can infect the good, where the disease can spread to the deepest corners of one's consciousness, filling it to the brim with dark mumblings of insecurity. It is never good to have too much time to think.