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I Miss My Mom - Blog Posts
Looking through old photo albums, feels like reading the life’s story of a familiar stranger.
Someone who once was my person of comfort— memories lost and disconnected in the back of my mind.
If she stood here before me I don’t know if tears would flood my eyes, if I would run for a hug, or if I would feel anything at all.
I don’t remember much about her character— I don’t remember her mannerisms, her fears, or really anything personal about her. All that I have left of her is her favorite flower and her favorite songs.
And I’m sure we would’ve been best friends, but I lost her too soon.
I miss my mom.
What is missed is the lifetime of growing old with her that was taken from me. And I will never have that back.
I will never have my mom.
I was thinking about the fact that maybe I will have to cut contact with my mom as soon as I get out of this house if I wanna live my life. That is something I've known since like 6th grade but as I get closer to the end of school I think I'm just REALLY processing it now
I feel like I'm losing my mom
Or like I already lost her
I want my mom back
I ♡ my bathing suit