Sunday, April 26, 2009, 9:48 PM
[Sometimes...]

Dreams that I have make me feel like a forgotten child.


I take back what I said about me being an awesome mum.


I think I might be a bitter selfish rendition of my mother who constantly wants to push people away.


It's hard to be so pessimistic when you're in a relationship. I'm great at messing things up it's hard to kick the habit.


I think it might be a sick addiction.


This darkness irks me. I'm irked by my darkness. Dark and damaged. Yuck.


All this boils down to me wanting a mother. Not someone to birth me. But someone to mother me.