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Tuesday, May 5, 2009

two person in less than 3 days made me cry. one was a friend, i cried on my accord. second was this morning mum did the most craziest thing she eever did to me in my entire life. those words she said. i swear nth will ever mend the scars she left bhind. no gucci bags she buy for me is gna makeup to the pain. I HOPE SHES READING THIS NOW. i know what i did was wrong. im trying to make amendments to what ive did. YOU DONT HAVE TO KEEP HARING ON THE FUCKING PAST!!!!!! and keep reminding me of my faults.

dear mom,
you used to tell me how much you love me. wheres the love now? fyi, i never took anything for granted. never. i knew i was in the wrong im doing everything now to gain your trust BUT have you notice my effort?! cmmon ive been staying at home at night. no more clubbing no more drinking. not enough?? how about me LITERALLY REPORTING to you my where abouts? think about it. you tell me sunday is family day, i stayed home. but did i feel the entire homely love? the very often ridiculous aruguements btwn you and dad? why am i putting up with it? left once and im not hesistating to leave once more. thats the last thing on my mind. everyine is telling me how you love me, i know, but its just o wrong. if youre trying to make up for all thee pain through the years, MOM ITS TOO LATE. i dont pin much hope in this mother-daughter r/s. i still love you.

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