I won't go to the store at 3 am, but I'll go there first thing in the morning, buy the book, come back straight home, turn off my phone, ignore the world and read till it's over.
Anyone else a Harry Potter fan?
I make mistakes. I learn. And finally, move onto other things. I'm only human. And I'm learning to live. Just like everyone else.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Someone like a Mom
I don't usually like people who don't like me.
My mum's no exception I guess.
Oh please! I'm old enough to know that all-mothers-love-their-children is all bull.
My mum does not like me.
She's got her own reasons for it.
She was fine when I was smaller. But then I grew up and ended up having a few opinions of my own, which were quite different from the kind of ideas she had.
I was too independent, I wouldn't get married to the man she chose, I ask too many questions, I thought differently from anyone else she knew in her life... her list is endless.
To be fair, so is mine.
I've tried to patch things up, but she isn't really interested. And I'm someone who has very little patience.
So that effectively ended it.
A long and useless relationship.
Now we just suffer each other.
And I'm okay with it too.
Except sometimes... when I'm feeling kinda low... I wish there was someone like a mom to hug me and tell me she loves me anyway.
My mum's no exception I guess.
Oh please! I'm old enough to know that all-mothers-love-their-children is all bull.
My mum does not like me.
She's got her own reasons for it.
She was fine when I was smaller. But then I grew up and ended up having a few opinions of my own, which were quite different from the kind of ideas she had.
I was too independent, I wouldn't get married to the man she chose, I ask too many questions, I thought differently from anyone else she knew in her life... her list is endless.
To be fair, so is mine.
I've tried to patch things up, but she isn't really interested. And I'm someone who has very little patience.
So that effectively ended it.
A long and useless relationship.
Now we just suffer each other.
And I'm okay with it too.
Except sometimes... when I'm feeling kinda low... I wish there was someone like a mom to hug me and tell me she loves me anyway.
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