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We fight You shout I storm off We disagree You fail to see I fail to listen We argue You sigh I cry But ...
Would you please , Stop trying to waste time on people & pay some attention to me . Stop telling me how wonderful he is . Stop being someone I can't even talk to .
I was in my room shedding tears I have been holding all breakfast time. I was blowing my nose when I heard a knock on my door. "Who is it?" I asked, making no effort to sound proper.
"What?" Says Alina now practically mocking me. I don't care. "Kate's like my mother." I whisper again now facing the little girl. "Zee..." She says giving me a hug.
Swearing - there that's the only warning.
In a rare moment of peace, where we didn't disappoint each other, where there was no anger or hate, spite or drama, accusations or doubt....I spoke to my mother like a daughter would.
Happy birthday mum I wish you were here I wish I could say many happy returns Fill your lonely world with cheer You would have been 80 today Had you not passed away That's pretty good innings Isn't...
A feeling has be weighing me down A feeling that I cannot shake You should be someone I want close Not someone I want to push away You brought me into the world Made it difficult at times I...
(very excited about this chapter...hope you'll see why but have got some good ideas lined up :) Chapter 9: I was still buzzing from Chris Parker liking my designs.
"Dani," Cara whispered. She longed to ask why she'd done this to her, why she hadn't steered the truck in another direction, when her mother returned, a green paper cup clutched in her pale hand.
46 years old Crying up a storm You don't want to go to work Your boss is horrible Your 10 year old daughter Pats you on the back "Go to work Mom.
Caution: Brutal Language M entally and legally insane Y ou define bipolar to a T M ay be institutionalized at any time O bviously chronic depressive M y mom.
NORMALITY BE DAMNED. I'm sorry for my hair, Mum, I know you are ashamed, I know there is a hint, in you, That thinks you should be blamed.
She was once a loving woman. Feisty and strong with opinion. Always been a bit too head strong. No man stuck around for too long. When they did she pushed them away.
-NATE- "Nate?" Tiffany's father said, walking out of his office and almost running into me. "Can I have a word please?" I said, backing him back into his office.
She came home Early for once Sat on the couch Stared into the distance I said hello She said hi Within 5 minutes She had hurt my pride Stayed completely quiet Not even a glance For her daughter...
Wanna live my dream. Not stuck in your reality. Wanna do what I'm good at. Not what you want me to be. I've always disagreed. But never spoke my voice. While yours is insanely loud.
To my mother Are you the one that hurt me.
My mother was born. On April, Friday the 13th. She was a bleach blonde. Without any teeth. She's a terrific person. From her friends eyes. Although she's bipolar. And filled with lies.
It's my lovely mummy's birthday, 73 today!.
So again its my fault now. What the baloney. Was I being a cow. I shouted at you, Because I couldn't take no more. What the hell, mum. You've made my feelings sore.
-TIFFANY- "How does this sound" I began, reading out the invitation I'd just drafted "Tiffany and Nate would like to request your attendance at an engagement/pregnancy/house warming soirée on...
"Get up!" cried my mum who was lying in bed watching the morning news. I shot out of bed quickly and I washed, dressed and brushed my hair into a neat plait.
"Get up!" cried my mum who was lying in bed watching the morning news. I shot out of bed quickly and I washed, dressed and brushed my hair into a neat plait.