Mom always said I was your role model,
Boy did I fuck that one up
I guess all I'm saying is that I'm sorry, I'm sorry all of this happened, and please, go on hating me, but just a word to the wise, hate can only go on for as long as you can, once your hate is gone, so are you. Your days are dark right now, they won't always be. I know it's hard, but give yourself some forgiveness, and it sounds trite, but a little forgiveness equals a mountain of hate.
May your days become brighter, and may your life be happy.
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Thanks for you input. I'll take what you said into consideration and I appericate you taking the time to read it.
It isn't necessarily supposed to go anywhere. It's not a novel or a short story. It is just an observation, a snapshot in time. You're supposed to feel what she's feeling while still being able to have all the knowledge of narrator. The reader is a watcher. You don't get the why, the how. You just get what is happening for what it is. I want people to be able to apply it to themselves. Perhaps I didn't quit achieve that.
Maybe I'll just e-mail Mrs. Richardson next time.
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