My home will be a home with no loud anger, no explosive rage, no slamming doors or breaking glass, no name calling, shaming or blackmail. My home will be gentle, it will be warm. It will keep my loved ones safe. No fear, no hurt and no worries.
Dunno why I feel shame at basic things, carrying my loaf through town cause I can’t fit it into my bag and I just feel like people are pointing going “AH HA HERE COMES LOAF BOY, YOU FUCKING STUPID BREADY GHOUL” while I just cry and scuttle away like the yeasty fool I am