one year i decided to think my mother is dead, it is good advice for some one who survivor-or abuse from a hyper sexual bi polar manic nut job. how else can you feel safe? especially when you confront people with question and there is no answer or refusal. sowing i go on, i am grown woman and i am afraid of my mother who is a frail broken down woman with always the ailing health. which makes me realize my fear of doctors and drugs even if i am alcoholic, addict and adulterer. i am going with my truly happiness which is a massage of the world with lack of oxygen for my brain. entertainment and war, that is the score. last year i learned that if your mama aint nice to you- you dont have be nice back.
now this...
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