I could never wear make up I cry too much 🖤

I’m so fkn sensitive and I can’t get over it. I’ve escaped in the van, I forgot how good it felt. A home everywhere I go. I am nomadic I can’t help it, something will always pull me into the beyond. Something always begs to be explored with acceptance of the unknown. And it moves me. And my heart. My poor sad heart is slowing me down. I suppose I am still grieving my mom and coming back to her house this way hurt. It hurt.