i feel like every time my kid has a meltdown, it’s like this part of me just goes away. honestly, i wonder if i am actually capable of loving them the way they need me to when i can barely hold myself together.
i feel so empty sometimes like i never really told her how much i loved her, never reached out when she started changing, and now this guilt just hangs over me like, god, i hope her dealer gets what's coming to him but honestly i just wish she was here. it’s all so messed up.
was at work all day with a million deadlines and my mind just kept drifting to that weird dream i had about my old job, like why am i even thinking about it now? it was just this random conversation i had with my boss about staplers or something and its stuck in my head.
was at work all day with a million deadlines and my mind just kept drifting to that weird dream i had about my old job, like why am i even thinking about it now? it was just this random conversation i had with my boss about staplers or something and its stuck in my head.
watched a whole birthday party go down while i stood by the cake, smiling like a fool, and then realized i forgot to invite my own kid. spent the whole afternoon hoping no one would mention them as if somehow the empty space where they should've been wouldn't be too loud.