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you are the mom beneath my wings.
dear diary, i think the worst part is how much i simply miss my place in my parents' house. my bedroom was my CAVERN. it was where i could be loud at night! i could watch terms of endearment three times in one evening and cry as much as i wanted. i could feel comfortable and read and have everything i owned in one place. WITH THE COMFORT OF MOM NOT TOO FAR BEYOND THE CLOSED DOOR. god, i could even sneak cigarettes. i am so old that i cannot be so depressed about living on my own, but i can be so depressed about living with women who hate me and are not my mom! minus the mom part of course. i'm frighteningly obsessed with my mom. CAN'T WAIT TO MOVE. in august.
3:56 am - January 06, 2010
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