Two tears in a bucket…

Today is different.  Tomorrow will be great.  And last night, well, last night I had a “come to Jesus” with myself. I’m over this.  I am so over this emotional roller coaster over someone who, quite frankly, doesn’t deserve my love.  I realized so much after I finished typing my post last night.  I said…

Already gone.

One of my most meaningful possessions is a notebook my mother wrote for me in the early 90’s.  In it, page after page, she expresses her story in the hopes that as I grow up, I will be able to have more understanding and acceptance of what has happened in life.  Each entry, she reminds…