They say I was a crier.
You see me now and you would never know.
Maybe the crying started my mom's hatred.
Maybe it was just me.
I used to wonder why she didn't want me.
I used to care.
Now I use her leaving to my advantage.
I think that when you lose your mom you're suppose to cry.
It's suppose to hurt.
Not this time all I wanted to do was move on.
It only took me a few seconds to get rid of her.
There's one person that knows the most.
You get my full story...that is if you're interested.
I'm not one of those boring people either I have a life that can draw you in.
