Right now I'm sitting in the Windixy parking lot. I kept complaining that I didn't want to come in with them, and my mom said that I didn't love them. That just broke me.
So right now I'm in the car listening to the radio while crying all by myself. No I'm not ok, but just give it about 30 minutes and I'll be ok...
But what she said....Do I even love them? I say that I do, but I don't act like it at times........DO I EVEN LOVE THE PEOPLE WHO RAISED ME?!?! I'm just asking myself this question over and over again....
I do. I do. I DO. I DO. I DO. I DO I DO I DO I DO.
