I'm going to be angsty and upset for another moment today.
I've been trying for quite some time now to reconcile myself with some of the anger and resentment issues I have with my mother. As I laid down for a nap a little bit ago, many of these things started surfacing once again, and in a half-asleep state I started imagining the arguement that will never actually happen where I finally get to tell her how much she hurt me.
In my head I'm just yelling all these things, and out of my mouth pops "Fuck you for loving her more than you love me."
That had never occured to me. Never. I never once put those words together. But I think that might be the root of my problems.
I think the tears are proof positiive.
Please, remember me, happily, by the rosebush laughing.
- Grace
- Florence, Alabama, United States
- Dancing in both directions at once so everyone won't notice that she's never heard this song before.
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When I'm really rich, I'm going to buy you so much poetry and so many stories for every day and so many paintings and photographs of nature and beautiful people and acoustic music with uplifting lyrics and catchy beats that you'll basically forget that there's anything more to life than being abstract and thinking wonderful things and loving the whole world.
(because that's how i like you to be)
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