My arms are just too tired to swimI feel I'm sinking on my knees again
I love my family to death, but sometimes I don't always like them. I think the thing I hate the most is when I come home and I get asked 10 billion questions. And all 10 billion lead me to believe that they don't approve of how I'm living my life. And maybe even hoping that asking me all these questions will get me to change my mind and start living my life the way they want me to. I know they just want the best for me. But what they think is the best for me isn't necessarily so, in fact, sometimes just the opposite. Tomorrow I'm celebrating Christmas at my grandma's house. And while the questions already started from my mother and grandmother, I feel there will be more tomorrow from my aunts and cousins. And I just don't know if I can take all that disappointment right now. I mean it's Christmas! It's supposed to be fun! Right now all I can do is plead to God to help my situation and help restrain them from asking the horrid questions I so do not want to hear.
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