Inside my mind lately is a giant thunderstorm, turbulence daily, like its never ending and the main heart of the storm is my mother.
So many things left unsaid, so many feelings I have held in, and so many memories we cannot have.
I hate how Ill never hear you say you love me again. I hate how I am still fighting to be so strong when I have been tearing myself down inside. I hate how you will never meet your grandchildren, and that they will never meet you. I hate the smell of mavericks 100 and even Newports.
I wish you were still here, helping me the best you can but you're not and im really not okay with that lately, but there's nothing I can do about that.
