The last time I wrote a blog on here, I was a bitchy teenager who was writing hurtful shit about a person who means so much in her life. I'm sorry for the things I said, mom, because I love you so so much. I used to think that I could live my life without you, since you have constantly told me how you thought you were going to one day suddenly die of a heart attack from all of the stress you're under, but now that I think about it, I really don't want that to happen. As I write this and think about what I said and what I'm currently feeling, tears well up in my eyes, and I have difficulty swallowing. Mommy, you mean the world to me, and if you were permanently exempt from my life- great, the tears are coming again- I don't know who I would turn to for advice on what outfit I should wear, or help zipping up my homecoming dress, or advice in general on how to overcome the teenage-esque obstacles I venture through every day in my life. Right now, I can hear sounds from the television coming from your room that's right next to mine, and I feel so comforted. True, you're probably asleep, since you are usually passed out in five minutes flat once you've climbed into bed, but you're a solace to my heavy heart nonetheless.
I love you.
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