as much as i'm able to socialize and communicate with my friends and other people, sometimes i feel like this is my only outlet to express these types thoughts.  i dont want to be judged, but at the same time, i keep most of these entries public.  i don't expect anyone to read them or respond either.  or maybe deep down i really do.  fuck. i really don't know.  maybe this is the only way i feel comfortable letting people in, even if it's just by happenstance.  is this making me feel any better?  i don't know...

i'm not a sad person, by any means.  i'm not a particularly happy person either.  i have my peaks and valleys just like anybody else.  i just hope if anyone does stumble upon this blog, they don't think i'm some emo, self-loathing, dude. 

maybe i should flood my social media with cliche inspirational quotes to feel better about myself, because i know i'll get a few likes from that. 

hold on tightly, let go lightly.
everything is nothing, nothing is everything. 

the little things

been thinking about my grandparents a lot lately. this always seems to happen during the holiday season. my family just hasnt been the same since they passed away. as a kid i would look forward to the trips to long beach for family gatherings, holiday family parties. My grandparents were the glue that kept us together. Now, my cousins and i struggle to keep the family bond strong. it might be too late for our parents' relationship with each other, but maybe not too late for us. anyway, i recently had a dream that i was sitting next to my lola, just like how we used to when i visited her. we were probably watching tv or something, i vaguely remember... but one thing that i remember the most was that i would randomly, almost unconsciously, hold her arm or hand or just pat her arm as we were sitting and she'd do the same. you know, just random signs of affection. but the thing that stands out is the way her skin felt. how soft it was. i also remember how when she was living in san diego with us, she's always watch old school westerns or 70's dramas. every now and then i find a channel randomly showing one of the shows she used to watch and just get so sad. she would often also have a sweater or some article of clothing on her lap and tiny scissors and she's snip the little lint balls that form on old clothes. i miss her. just typing this out and thinking about it makes me sad with a little cryball in my throat.