some days just suck more than others, so today I am reverting back to my go to song!
I don't need your stupid ass to tell me how horrible I am or what a piece of shit mom that I am. I have my dreams and my first and last breath of the day to tell me that. Fuck you and your wannabe religious horse you rode in on. And FYI, your soapbox is crumbling because termites are devouring it! And by the way I don't give a shit what you think of me, cuz I don't regard your opinion as much more than a stress factor. Yes, you made me cry today, but I took a xanax, swigged a beer and got over you. Fuck off in a blaze of glory!
Amen! But it made me cry to read that your dreams, first and last breath of each day are telling you negative things about an amazing woman that teaches me how to be a better person with every interaction we have; and though we may not be in contact daily has saved me more than once from myself and holds an enourmous near and dear place in my heart.
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