How could I ever think it’s funny how, everything you swore would never change is different now. Just like you would always say, “we’ll make it through.” Then, my head fell apart, where the fuck were you!?!
The sadness is always the same. No matter what I do to change it. It lingers still. She is the key. Goddamnit
unsinkablelove: if you put your ear on the inner thigh of a complete stranger on the bus you can actually hear them say “what the fuck are you doing”
Let’s pack a bowl :-)
I’m so tired of moms that just had children talk about how they’ve sacrificed their lives for their children. It just came out of you…you haven’t even done any real parenting yet. You have basically had everything spoonfed to you in life before this. Talk to my mom about being a parent and then maybe you will understand what motherhood really is.