dear post number eighty three diary,
this post i hope my mom gets to read up in Heaven. high mom. damnit shes been gone a long time now- since 1983. twenty years later when i got her a tombstone (a whole nother post) now when i go out to visit her- it finally seems like she's there. i tried to go back to bed- but im awake now. sucks waking up. shoulda went to mcfuckingdonalds i guess. my oldest son says my mom haunts the upstairs at my dads house. it wouldn't surprise me. there was a lot of love there. she would have never wanted to leave- if she didn't have to. people don't understand the true meaning of tragedy. some are lucky and never will. those are the people i really hate.
this post i hope my mom gets to read up in Heaven. high mom. damnit shes been gone a long time now- since 1983. twenty years later when i got her a tombstone (a whole nother post) now when i go out to visit her- it finally seems like she's there. i tried to go back to bed- but im awake now. sucks waking up. shoulda went to mcfuckingdonalds i guess. my oldest son says my mom haunts the upstairs at my dads house. it wouldn't surprise me. there was a lot of love there. she would have never wanted to leave- if she didn't have to. people don't understand the true meaning of tragedy. some are lucky and never will. those are the people i really hate.
