A shove into the sea.

Recently rather than cooping myself up in my room all day, I’ve been spending a lot of time downstairs instead. I’ve noticed that I’m a lot happier. I’m spending quality time with my mother. And I’m a hell of a lot more productive. 
Just being out of my room gives me the opportunity to listen to good music, talk, and be in her company. We talk quite a bit on a normal basis, but we haven’t argued in awhile. All of this really makes me happy.

I’m sure you don’t care. But this is important to me.