Another day is moving on. I keep forgetting I have this spot to put out my thoughts. I keep them in for so long, and when I have an opportunity to let them out I don't. Instead, I think, who is going to see this? Is something I say going to hurt someone? Does anyone look at what I say? Does anyone care what I say? Opens up a whole can of worms.
Sometimes I write a bunch and then just throw it away. I vent on paper.
I miss my Mom. I have many mixed feelings about her. Love Hate feelings. She was human and made a lot of bad choices. Everyone loved her though. She was an awesome singer.
I don't know I am sure I'll get in again at some point.
