I'm montaliná. I stand about 4'9, 147 lbs. And I'm lost. My mother is not a drunk. a druggy, or a abusive mother. atleast not physically. She's just a fucked up person that likes to be in the center. Only her. I don't know much about her. I know that's sad considering the fact that she is my mother. But..we never talk. Only thing i know are the basics. That's all i need.
I've only stayed with her a number of times that i can count on one hand. My grandma raised me, along with a few cousins. A pretty messed up bunch.
Some mothers just aren't fit to handle what they started. I guess.
But what the fuck does that mean?
That they need to make more commercials for abortion clinics?
Whatever.
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Cherries on Top
Non-FictionA young girl is forced to raise herself due to the fact that her mother isnt there emotionaly to do it. Her mother shows no interest in her what so ever...and she searches for a higher love... acceptance.
