he wouldn't do that...

Mar 02, 2007 00:37

I don't know if it's the reminder of the forgetting. Like... I don't even want it anymore. I have what I want, or I feel like I do like half the time. The other half I have nightmares of my insecurities. I don't know. I am silly.

When I went back to my mom when I was 16 she said to me that she was dreaming of her lost dog, and that she could not honestly tell herself if she'd rather have her lost dog, or me, her lost daughter. Well, bitch, I know I would prefer my cat to you any and everyday for the rest of my life.

I guess I am just getting like this because my birthday is coming up, and I am going to be the age my mother way when she had my by accident.

Alecia
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