you don't even live here!

when i come home for the weekends, it feels like nothing has changed even though everything has. the walls have been painted a different color. my brother's bed disappeared. my parents cuss a little now. timmy doesn't sleep in his cage.

i come home and everything's normal. we're all super comfortable and super happy. but they have their stories and i have mine. and there aren't that many our stories. it's not like i expect them to stop living without me but i didn't think that they'd still continue to be a family and do family things and share family jokes without me. and though i don't feel left out because they still tell me the jokes and stories, i don't just want to be told family things.

it's only been 5 months but i feel like we've all grown so much.

edit: i'm just selfish.