November 2010
2 posts
to my dear mother, from your child estranged.
mother, you frustrate me. you make me hate me for being born from your womb. until i put the last stone on your tomb, i cannot bring myself to forgive you for what you made my sister and me live through. you quit your job because you were feeling lazy, didn’t care enough to raise me. so you left us to court your religion, and told us that the holy path justified your decision. for this...
be tough.
break ups are lame. like baking a whole batch of fish sticks and realizing the tartar sauce you bought tastes like pap smear. LAME.
little lady, the world revolves, and it will again, at the end of the horizon, it will begin. the difference between letting go and holding on, is where you stand when he’s long gone. time will only tinge your smile with regret, and there will always be...
