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Tag Archives: dead mom
I haven’t been funny in days. I’m moody and full of vitamin-Cunt tonight. I couldn’t figure it out. What’s eating me? Why am I spiralling into a darker and darker place? Why do I hate the idea of attending any of the 3 parties to which I was invited tonight? Why does the idea of just being [...]
Do you ever have those days when something hits you and you begin to think that, this day, for whatever reason, will come to be an important one in some grand scheme of things? I’m having one of those days. I feel like it’s a day on which my mindset’s going to shift in a [...]
I’m a daughter without a mother, and anyone who’s read me awhile knows that it’s not only what you would read on the back of my collectible Bloggers-of-Now baseball card, but it’s a fact that absolutely defines me to my core. My mother dying destroyed me – utterly, brutally, without a doubt, destroyed me. Every now [...]