Just Me and Home

Just me and home by breanna anderson There is no other places like home.I tell people this and I'm not wrong. I come home in a bad mood or and great mood.Then I come home it's like I unlock a new level of myself, so your existence for the level.l can come home and be me, myself for 24 hours without being laughed at or getting funny looks. I can just be me for once. I can go up to my family and ask crazy questions or spelling and reading. I will not get looks or whispers about. They know that I struggle with some things because I'm dyslexic.So I feel good and not ashamed to ask. In my house I know that I will be loved with open arms, I know that I will be loved and cared for no matter what. That they will help me through my distressed time in my life and I’m anxious. I can come home and escape the reality of the cruel and concerning world that surrounds me in my thoughts. It's hard to get me out of my thoughts because of all the things that people say about my appearance, but my mom raised me to be strong. I am so strong at hiding my emotions that my friends and family can’t tell. It puts me in a hole that I can’t dig myself out of it. At the end of the day I’m glad to be home and, to call my house home.