Seriously? If I write one more poem that I can't let anyone read I am going to go crazy. I get so introspective in my words, for all I know no one would even bat an eyelash at what I write. Yet for me, it's everything. Does that make sense?
I've been trying to pour my heart out on paper, let myself feel the moment that I'm in. Even though there's a lot going on, I know that I probably will never be here at this place again, and I am trying to remember it, even if it's pain or heartache. When I look at older things I've written, i can transport myself back there and it reminds me of what I have learned and how far I have come.
I get my son tomorrow until Saturday. I'm excited. He and I will have a good time. I'll be stressed as usual, but I can't wait to see him. He called me on Monday because he missed me. :-( My poor baby.
Not only can I read the comments you leave here on my phone, but I can also access my MySpace account again with my cell. Yay for me! Now I'm mobile all the time. Kind of scary, isn't it?
Best love and wishes!
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2 comments:
Are y'all sharing custody?
Poor little man missing his Mommy :(
I am sure you will both have a great time when you see him again today and until Saturday :)
Hope you are having a great day at work :)
Love Ya Sweetie
xoxoxox
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