| Current mood: |  confused |
| Current music: | Avril Lavigne - I'm With You |
Wondering, just wondering
6 am and I can't sleep. Haven't been asleep all night to be truthful. No wait, that is a lie. I had a nightmare about Mom and Dad and it woke me up in shock.
I seriously miss those two and I am often wondering what I might have grown up to be if they were a bigger influence in my life or to be more precise, my teenage years. I can remember always being close to Mom, how I squeezed her hand so tightly and screaming like a little rat when it was my first day of school. I remember her home made pizzas and that trip to Niagara Falls. I was only 7 but to see this huge waterfall in all its glory was such an amazing sight for me. Then a mere 7 and a half months later Mum was gone.
Don't cry Amy, you were 8 years old..
Dad did his best to raise me on his own but it was obvious that he missed Mom. At times Dad was like my bigger yet more childish brother but at others he wasn't there when I needed him as like all men he wasn't any fucking good with emotions. He's a bastard anyway as he left me, taking the wimps way out.
This is why I hate people who think their families are shit because they fucking well are not. All they are doing is care for you and while it may not be how you want them to do the caring act the love is there, somehow. Don't you bloody well have your 50 cents with me, I have had no parent for 4 years.
Amy, you talk bullcrap when you are deprived of sleep. Go away from the computer..
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