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Bits and pieces of a future story of mine.


It's times like this where I wish I could just text my mom and say a simple "hi. i love you" but it's never going to happen. So I rather sit there and cry and feel alone... when in reality I have a sea of people who love me. I guess it has something to do with not seeing her the day she passed away. I feel like i'm going to see her at the store one day or something. It doesn't bug me to talk about my mother. I don't start crying or make it seem like it hurts THAT much to talk about my mom but deep inside it does. But I boast about my mother.. qualities that only Leana had! I don't sit there and go on and on about how she screamed due to her pain... it doesnt affect anyone but me. It has to do with the fact that the first day I decided to go back to school.. she dies. But then I think about how I would've handled seeing her die in front of me. I think I honestly would have gone insane and that picture would replay it self in my head every single night. This has had it's toll on me. Of course it has, my mother died not my pet rock. I remember people having the nerve to tell me that I turned into a bitch after my mom passed away and that's when I started seeing the 'good' and 'bad' in people and how people sugar coat crap when youre around family but when it's you standing alone... well... you better stand up straight and fight... possibly bring a shovel.


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