Mothers Day

Mothers Day

I fucking hate mothers day.   May totally sucks for me. It’s both Mothers Day and mom’s birthday. She would be 47. She’s been gone for so long. To me, it’s just a reminder. Another anniversary, another day to make sure I create a shit ton of plans for myself so maybe I won’t remember what day it is but definitely I will anyways and just end up falling apart. I will hate things because I am jealous. I will compulsively avoid the internet because the cute pictures will kill off little parts of my soul until I’m just a husk of a person, an empty shell of a daughter. I will tell everyone I’m fine, how fucking great am I, in an effort to convince myself. My man-friend will keep his distance from my manic self. Maybe...

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