March something 2010

I feel like crying right now. I can't believe I still talk to my dad and her after all they've done. It's like someone punching you in the face one day, and the next day you pretend it didn't happen, so they think it's okay to keep punching you in the face. I'm so torn inside and I can't keep doing the split personality bullshit. Maybe the only way not to turn into a mindless robot is to cry and get depressed. . . at least I'm recognizing that I'm pretending instead of convincing myself back and forth every time I have to talk to them and then go and be a normal person. They turned off the heat and the low for tonight is 34.

I want my baby, and I want a mom, and I want to be ok.

“Tears are the safety valve of the heart when too much pressure is laid on it.”

“Tears are words the heart can't express”