my bio mom and me......she pretty. :’(

this kinda gon’ be a “stream of consciousness”-type thing so be ready...like me being melodramatic or whtv abt my bio-parents isn’t a sign of ungratefulness @ my adoptive parents that raised me, yk? they test my patience A LOT and i’d rather be up @ college but i love them. it’s-

-weird and complicated but i love them. this—me wondering abt my bio-parents—is more curious i think...like what features do i have from her? what do i have from my bio-dad? my whole life but especially recently i’ve been curious about these people i’ve NEVER KNOWN and currently-

-know so little about. i know their names and a very small bit more and that’s IT. idk where they’re at, how they’ve been, or even if they’re alive. this unanswered curiosity has been festering inside me for nineteen years and it probably will until i actively seek answers. and-

-it goes beyond simple questions like their status and location. it delves into questions like “would they love me”. you know, for who i am. who i’ve become. i’m not the same baby—the same “son”—they put up for adoption almost two decades ago. i’ve changed. on one hand, i say-

-they wouldn’t have a choice but to accept me. even if they had predisposed “phobias”—they would HAVE to confront them meeting me, and they’d HAVE to accept me, because the “me” i met is the only “me” they’d know, right? yeah. but on the OTHER hand...maybe they won’t. maybe they-

-don’t. maybe...maybe they never did. i don’t KNOW them, after all. i know the surface circumstances surrounding my adoption but there easily could be more. it’s a small part of my brain that whispers these things to me, at night, when i’m about to sleep, but somehow it’s also-

-the loudest. even this “comparison” picture tweet has me thinking. about all of this. i don’t even know what my bio-dad LOOKS like. there’s nothing to go off there. i know so little about them.

...you know, me and her? my birth mom? we have the same nose. and maybe...maybe that’s enough, for now. :’)