Sometimes I think of my brain cells and how they look like hotel rooms to me, people live there for a while and with each person who disappoints me the room goes dark. it's empty and it wants another replacement but it rejects the occupant.
I wish mom didn't tell me about her moving out plan
I'm thinking about it in every second now everyday.
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I once had a nightmare that my mom was moving out. I was around 6 years old. The next few weeks I was worried so mcuh. I still shudder when I think of it sometimes.
I pray that you get the strength to get thru this. Everything shall pass.
i have read your last two posts..and i think you have beautiful control over your pen...pulling out intangible thots from brain to a computer screen needs skill and you send that message across beautifully...i wish you get the courage ( i see you have that) to face life...i have thrown little prayer for you right away...take care
<3
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