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2008 in 2017, 4.23.17

this morning my brother walked into the bonus room where the guest bed is located and began playing video games. it was about 8:30am or so, and i couldn’t sleep with all the artificial gun and space ship sounds so i went to sleep in his bed. once i wake up, i’m never able to return to the quality of sleep i awoke from. about an hour later i wake up to two missed calls and a text from meezy saying we balling at 10:30am. i immediately call my brother, even though he’s in the other room, and tell him we balling. 


we get out to the courts and it’s drizzling. we end up playing two games, 5 on 5, to 16. by the time the second game concluded, it was raining steadily. i was soaked, but it was fun. i haven’t played basketball in almost 10 months. crazy how i used to play ball every day religiously. i miss that. i miss what home brings out of me when i’m there. it was almost like 2008 again. 


seriously, i haven’t had that much fun in a while. 


-ratha, 7:47pm, 4.23.17

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getting out on my own, 3.4.17

i can’t begin to tell you how much this place means to me. who knew 8 years could shape who you are for the rest of your life? i try to stay away because It feels like i’m living in the past, but i always find myself here missing things i’ll never get back. i’m reminded of things and how they’re over frequently, but it’s extremely humbling here for some reason. i miss the way things were, but some nights it’s like i miss who i used to be. becoming myself isnt what i thought it’d be, probably because i’m not who i wanted to be.

i needed to realize this.

-ratha, 11:23am, 3.4.17

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