stir

my mother hurt me today.  another in a long line of things hastily said, without thought or remorse.  there's no comfort in knowing that this universal feeling of not being good enough in one's mother's eyes. 

i tell myself she's a bitter, hurting woman that lashes out...just like my grandmother; just like me.

laying her hold hershey; she grunts as i nuzzle her.

three month since i've talked with randy, and the longer it goes, the easier it's getting.  all those times i called and he'd never answer. he said he left phone in the car or whatever.  ...yeah, whatever.

my soul is stirring, things are beginning to mean something again.  i care again