It hurts.
It shouldn't.
It does.
Why would it?
I love her, and for some strange reason I hate her more than myself at the moment.
She slaped me in the face with a smile in the wrong place.
I need her the most, and as of now, she left me. Worse. She laughed, then left me.
Great.
I might just be full of forgotten tears, then again, they deffinatley are not forgotten.
Blame it on her?
In the end she'll blame it on me.
Just another sad night crying, by morning I'll be fine, give myself a black eye.
I won't have to remind myself how self-centered and ridiculous I am.
She will remind me.
Love you Mom,
Lucy.