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My mom's having another breakdown. I don't think I've seen her smile in weeks. You know what? If you have a mother, and she's at least partially sane, you should be thankful. You should be thankful that she doesn't have to be too drugged up to care just to exist from day to day.
If my mother was mean and restrictive, I'd be happier. If my mother was constantly in my face, at least she'd be there.
When I look at my mother, all I see is vacancy. It turns my stomach to remember how she used to be, how happy, how... alive, I guess. Because she's not alive now.
I hope I never end up like her.
If my mother was mean and restrictive, I'd be happier. If my mother was constantly in my face, at least she'd be there.
When I look at my mother, all I see is vacancy. It turns my stomach to remember how she used to be, how happy, how... alive, I guess. Because she's not alive now.
I hope I never end up like her.