Wednesday, October 13, 2010 at 2:52am
Dear god; mom. I've missed you. The world just isn't the same without you. Laughter feels empty. Nothing feels completely real anymore. It's just an empty succesion of days filled wth meaningless and empty moments. Nothing really matters anymore. I have lived to see the worst of it. Survived past the horrific and unimaginable. Been left beyond what my heart and mind could ever take. Unfortunately, I'm still here. Left in this abyss. Hollow. A shell of my former self. My heart misses you terribly. And I feel like I can't show it. I feel so much pressure to be "fine" to "be OK" to "be moving forward." To the last one especially I feel like screaming out FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU to anyone who tries to instill in me a "guilt" about how insufficiently I am handeling this loss. Fuck you to anyone who tells me through their criticism and censure that I am in essence "not doing it right". And seriously FUCK YOU to anyone who has never felt this close to someone, fought such a long, hard, and completely soul-commited battle only to face a devestating and complete loss...and yet you feel like you "understand" enough to be judgemental of me. Your critique of how I am mourning the loss of my mother is by the way...so / not/ helpful. You fail. Try again. OR...just STFU.
Sincerely...and I really mean it...
Vanessa
PS. You can kiss my ass. :) ♥
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