shes (not my mother) always strong when i need someone to be. she always says the right things, at the right time. but why do we always end up talking about *this*. i wish it were that easy, but i dont think it is. if it was, i would have done it a long time ago. maybe someday. i just wish she wouldnt make it sound like such a good idea. i dont want to think about it anymore. i need to sleep. goodnight.
oh, yeah. why wont my mother just fiucklin DIE already. please.