vent time. mothersday.. ug.
i'm so dreading tomorrow. it's not a holiday i want. bro/fam are all gun-ho about spending it with mom. truth be told. my moms dead. she's been dead for years. the women sitting there on the couch and wasting away isnt her. sure it sounds like her and looks like her but its not. gona spend the day with her after work, but it's going to be tough. and i'm so going to the bar tomorrow night. don't care if people get pissed off i'm gona need it. you have no idea what its like looking into the eyes of someone you love and see them as dead.