I was walking down the street today and had the sudden desire to call up my mom. I wanted to talk to her, but not the real her, just an idealized mother that I don't have hold of. So, for fear of having my heart broken when reality answered, I never called.

I may have to read that book Motherless Mothers.  I hear it does wonders for a girl.

My mother left me a message saying she was just checking in because we hadn't talked for a couple days.

A couple of days, a couple of weeks. Apparently it's all the same to her. It's time to make her work for our relationship, if she indeed wants one.

I hate my mother.
Not because she's bipolar, not because she's a bad mother. But because she's a terrible person. She makes me work hard for a relationship that isn't worth it. She doesn't say goodbye on the phone, she just hangs up when she's had enough. She thinks she knows everything and can't fathom that there are things in this world that I ( Read more... )

I am getting so tired of growing my hair out. Since middle school I have been an emotional hair cutter. Angry, depressed, bored...into the bathroom with scissors: out with less tresses ( Read more... )

It has been a very weird couple of days. Strange things done been going on ( Read more... )