Every time I start thinking about talking to my mom again (her birthday is looming), I remind myself why I stopped talking to her to begin with.


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I’ve been having nightmares about my mother lately…nightmares in which I’ve done something else and she’s mad at me, again.  They make no sense when I get into the details, but that’s the gist of it.

Inside, I’m still very much the little girl who wants her mother’s approval.

In the end, however, I chose my ideals over keeping her happy.  I ( Read more... )

I no longer have a "depressed" icon.  Obviously, I just need more icons.

My mother finally broke the silence, but as with most of our "discussions", it just ended up not going anywhere.  And I cried, of course.

One of these days, maybe she'll realize that no one will go to her about anything if she continues to be so damned unapproachable.

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I could never make you fall
Or anything at all
And I'll never understand
What you hold sacred

Every memory that I hold
Were all just scars in the making
And all the things we can't let go
Were all just scars in the making, scars in the making

There's no way you could ever try
There's no way you could ever hide
Maybe someday you will wonder why

Do you ever see
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I am angry ( Read more... )

I hate writing posts only to have them deleted by an accidental tap of the back button.  I guess this is why I shouldn't use the other computer ( Read more... )