time is a wicked, wicked thing.

[ulteriormotive_]

august 10th.
i think i hate this day.
i had the past two days off, so i really didnt pay attention to the dates...but i guess my mind did.
i woke up this morning with that empty feeling in my gut.
i want to scream or throw things, because im not over her dying.
it doesnt feel like its been a year even though i know it has.
even though i've spent one of every holiday without her.

i hope i dont see my mother today. i dont want to talk about it.