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All those people whose mum has passed on, and there's never a moment to spend eight uninterrupted boring days in a hot as hell small town when you have no pets nor children nor spouse to mitigate any intensity?
You'd be in heaven wouldn't you? All that time - all those things you always meant to ask. All that opportunity to just be together - just be.
Well, it's excruciating to this daughter.
and you know what else? it would have been excruciating to my mother from her own mother lol.
but but but god unfair
why?
My mom and stepdad are perfectly capable of going on a vacation for eight days together and actually enjoying the experience? me, I just look at every fucking dirty fucking thing and how it never gets clean no matter how hard I wipe it. Today, I swept again and fuck if I didn't say "whatever" to the dirt the broom had passed over thrice.
I don't know how to be a woman.
And my mom is such a great woman. She's so much fun. She's smart. She's interesting. She's fucking fragile. I love her, and she loves me. Why the wall.
I just begged my brother for drugs. I've drank alcohol more days in a row than since I lived with Andrew. I'm castigating myself wildly.
But you know what Norfolk Pine?
I
repotted
your
ass
didn't
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