She writes....
I wish I could cry out loudly like my little boys do.... someday perhaps. ....
Something died inside me... I cant seem to find out how this happened.... I used to be extremely touchy and sensitive and totally "cancer" like.
Tears a rare sight these days. Well, I suppose that's good in a certain sense but then, why doesn't it make me happy? My once marshmelloy heart seems to have turned to a hard rock !!! I have said this before and i'll say it again " no, I don't like growing up". Sometimes I wish I don't be a grown up about everything and I could just, for one prized moment, well up and blast off the tear tank.
Everyone has a tough phase and no amount of planning can prepare you for your adversities as long as you know how to deal with it when it actually happens. I don't want to deal with my situation anymore. I want to cry and make it all right. It seems to work perfectly for my boys. This is not a prayer but if you are listening big man, I NEED A BREAK !!!
I wish I could cry out loudly like my little boys do.... someday perhaps. ....
Something died inside me... I cant seem to find out how this happened.... I used to be extremely touchy and sensitive and totally "cancer" like.
Tears a rare sight these days. Well, I suppose that's good in a certain sense but then, why doesn't it make me happy? My once marshmelloy heart seems to have turned to a hard rock !!! I have said this before and i'll say it again " no, I don't like growing up". Sometimes I wish I don't be a grown up about everything and I could just, for one prized moment, well up and blast off the tear tank.
Everyone has a tough phase and no amount of planning can prepare you for your adversities as long as you know how to deal with it when it actually happens. I don't want to deal with my situation anymore. I want to cry and make it all right. It seems to work perfectly for my boys. This is not a prayer but if you are listening big man, I NEED A BREAK !!!
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