I'm pitiful.
This is my I'm Pitiful Music Mix. All I want right now, is to curl up in a sunny field of alfalfa and nap. I can't seem to understand who I am right now, or what I'm about, or why I am here or wtf I'm suppose to do about it all.
I think I am going to bake something tonight, from scratch. But then again, that'd mess up my kitchen.
It's so weird, to think like that... why do i let that sort of thing stop me?
I can't bake because it messes my kitchen; I can't have a dog because of bills and it's a huge commitment; I don't let myself live, i'm actually not letting myself live. Thats super fucked up.
If I could just have an hour with my mom, just an hour, just to say all I want to say and hear what she had to say.. I'd give everything I have for an hour. Even if it left me naked and pennyless in the middle of the street, it'd be worth it.
I don't know what to do next. I guess I'll go to lunch. (says the fat girl) ((lunch will make things better))
:(
posted by Kari at
2:02 PM
1 Comments:
You have that hour to talk. You can say all that you need to. She will hear you. Later, perhaps in a dream, perhaps in a circumstance, perhaps within your own growth as a person... she will tell you what she has to say.
Just because you can't see her doesn't mean she isn't here.
Just because you can't hear her with your ears doesn't mean she isn't still talking to you.
Just because you can't feel her arms doesn't mean she isn't still holding you.
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