Well, I definitely intended to write this post a few hours ago to make it for my day, but it seems that I missed it. Welps, these words are on my mind so I’ll express them anyways.
Every time I go home, I feel like a different person. A person with a shorter fuse and a person who is a bit more irritable. I’m not trying to say that my family makes me this way, it’s me who decides to take on these characteristics. I guess it’s this part of me that is the one who shows they care. I get upset more easily because people in my family are doing things that I am just not okay with. Also, I just think it’s easier to act this way because I’m used to it and they are my family anyhow, so they can and kind of must put up with me. I feel that, depending on the people who you’re surrounded by, the person you become or behave is reflected in them. I try really hard not to become this person because I want to be the best person for my family, but sometimes it’s just easier to let my anger out on them. I realize that I’m doing it and it’s frustrating for myself because I kind of just let it happen and when I want to take it back, it gets all jumbled. This is one of my goals now, to be more patient with them and not act like a total nuisance and act annoyed by them. I really am not trying to make them feel bad but it just gets to me. I really want to show them I care, but my way of doing it is not so kind. I hope that they understand my intentions are different from my actions.