I never thought about how hard it must of been for you. I always complain and put you as the bad person. The bad fruit that made all of us look bad. I grew up knowing you were sick. I never really thought about it. I didn't think that these seizures you kept having were some of the signs God gave us as a warning that you wouldn't stay. You were so bipolar it's insane. I have so much from you in me that scares me . I have your attitude, your anger, and your way of being happy. I'm scared that I'm too much like you and I get what you got. I'm afraid to have kids and be the way you was. I love you so much. You were my mother and I understand some of the things you did. But I wish you did them differently. I wish you was here at least. I'll give anything to just have more time with you. You weren't the best but you were my mom. I love you
-your youngest ❤️
YOU ARE READING
My Life on Paper
RandomWhen I'm upset, I write, when I'm bored... I write. So I decided to make a book about my thoughts. An open journal, or diary. Ups and downs. Highs and lows.
