"If I kiss you where it's sore..."
i overbooked my life this week.
you know how the airlines always overbook your flight? and then they're like, "can we reschedule your flight for you?" and you're like, "bitch, no! that's gonna mess up my whole schedule, and it'll take me forever to make it right again. then i'll have to sit in an airport for 5 hours because i've got no where else to go!"...or something like that.
that's what i'm talking about, except with my life instead of a flight.
yeah. that's a bomb-ass metaphor for what i feel like. pissed off and overwhelmed.
let's put on top of that the fact that my mother, my source of stability, called me today crying on the phone.
"i need you" she says. so i'm going home for a little bit tomorrow to see her. my mom needs me.
"the divorce is final," she told me, "and i'm not handling it as well as i thought i would. worse; your father was in a rush because he was going to california to visit her." i love my dad. but i hate him because he hurt her. how can i feel both? i don't know, but i know that i do.
it's a strange feeling; my mom needing me. but i'll be there because i love her, because she's my best friend. i realized that i'm finally able to repay all the times that she's been there for me.
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