The other night I busted out a bunch of old pictures to scan and I started feeling sort of...melancholy..or something. Seeing pictures of a certain time in my sons life made me really sad. He was so cute and innocent and I wasnt. I don't know what I could have done differently and it's pretty ridiculous to even think about it because clearly I did what I was capable of at the time. Thats all I could do. And I miss the little kid. Now hes big and grown up and doesnt need me. He also doesnt do anything I tell him to. He also leaves his fingernail clippings around the bathroom sink. I love him more than life itself.
A few other weird things have happened to me lately that have left me feeling...WEIRD....
I wish I could break something or cry or get drunk. All three?
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