I once found home in a person, it was in wild blue eyes and a messy outlook on life. Finding home in a person isn’t always a bad decision to make, that’s what I expect marriage to be like. I was always happy eating Cheetos and watching Bob Ross on an endlessly unmade bed. I lived there for awhile, until I began to realize that I didn’t want to be dependent on someone, I wanted to grow by on my own and become dependent on myself. I also didn’t want to be dependent on that particular person, there was a toxicity that wasn’t healthy.