My mother is like the color of my font. Shes radiant, shes beautiful, & idk.. i guess just in all wonderful, but as everything else in this world this comes with a frightening price to pay. & With all her glories and all her love she has become the unorganized, inexplicable, hoovering, hypocritical woman i fear to be.. in the lets say very near future. As i write this blog i don't feel any sense of remorse nor regret .. its glimly how i feel... ily mom .. pish as if she will ever get to read this but.. i pity you & the many years of an unsatisfying life that are evolving. My heart yearns for that 1 who will be by my side like she was before like hey " NEVER FEAR MOMMY's HERE!" .. but I'm in my sad reality & i can clearly see that dreams are only dreams and by gones will be by gones.. Ynes Tiffany Mercedes BAUTISTA
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