in case i didn't mention, or in case you didn't know, i was in london for the past few days.
i went to see my mom. i think she's going to be okay.
the whole ordeal seems a lot more REAL now that i've actually hugged her and cried in her hospital room.
i was feeling bad for not feeling worse. it's just that i'm SO in love that it's hard to be sad. but i was sad when i saw her. and now i feel less guilty.
parents are hard. definetly. that whole parent kid thing. totally hard.
noelle came with me to london. she met my mother and my uncles. i met her parents and her little sister. we took these photobooth pictures.
i feel like i've grown so much just in the time that i've known her, and that my brain works so differently now that i feel things like this. and now i'm in the kind of shape to help my friends and my mother and my cat and whoever.
i guess i sound like a helpline.
but, my cat is healed.
i'm going to london again for thanksgiving, to help my mom. i think it's time to be less on edge with her and humour her more. i'm not 17 anymore and theres no reason to try and prove anything to her. her validiation is not required.
helping is TOTALLY not as lame as i thought it was.
i'd like to help and .. you know..be a 'helper'.
god. my life has DIRECTION.