Not a lot, but I feel like a weight has been taken from my shoulders.
I had a pretty long conversation today with my mother, about aspects of my life that she isn't really a part of... I told her things I've been wishing I could tell her for months now. We talked about love and loss and self-image and truth and lies. We talked about conditional and unconditional feelings, and beauty and life and where we'd like to be... It was interesting, and sad. I cried non-stop, throughout the entire conversation.
I'm good now, though. And I feel better about a lot of things. And I have some things I need to talk about with some people.
I don't know. Life is good, why don't I realize that more often?
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Sometimes I wish I could talk to my mom about stuff, but I feel like she would just be so mom-ish about it. And I don't like that.
ReplyDeleteBut it's sweet you two talked.
Life is good.
also, I'd like to imagine that you haven't been posting on here as often as you used to because I've been there to talk to.
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