Sunday, 18 September 2011

To be her would be my worst nightmare

Remind me never to be like my mum. Never. She constantly rants, and it exhausts me. Just chill out seriously? And her lift revolves around money. She lies and i'm sure she's actually convinced herself the lies are true half the time. I love her to pieces, but to turn into her would be my worst nightmare. She's wrong, my life doesn't revolve around myself; it just doesn't revolve around her either. When your young, its all about needing your mum's permission, needing her money, needing her help. I don't need that anymore. I need her because i love her. But physically, i don't need her. She's like a sister, you need her, but literally; you dont. I think she finds it hard to come to grips with the fact that im growing up.

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