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To the petition of substance:
There's a lady I know, she gets on my nerves at times due to her insecurity and what I gather are fibs about her son and finances. I know she seems like a good mother, at least from what I hear and all she does for her family, the baking, the going to concerts, making lunches, etc. I think the reason I disliked her at first was because she mothered me, that bothered me because of all the resentment and weird feelings I have for my mother, and it made me act in a way that I didn't like. I was a bit rude, and indifferent, but now, I have tapered and even if she gets to me sometimes I no longer fall prey to such behavior. I still feel weird when people ask or make comments about one of my parents, because in reality she hasn't been and will no longer be that anymore. Like when someone asked me what are you getting for mother's day, I hesitated so long and must've looked uncomfortable it was awkward, even after the nervous laughter. This is the first year that my father didn't bother me about May 10, and i suppose it's sad and strange I have no attachment to any of them. I think once I lied to myself that I had forgiven, but from time to time I struggle and my anger stems from the hurt caused to my sister. What is that sentiment of kind of knowing and remembering something I felt briefly?
Mostly I like songs for certain parts of them.
The rain today cooled the day, if you had stood in the shade and felt the slight breeze.
I still need scrubs, the store closes at five.
There's a lady I know, she gets on my nerves at times due to her insecurity and what I gather are fibs about her son and finances. I know she seems like a good mother, at least from what I hear and all she does for her family, the baking, the going to concerts, making lunches, etc. I think the reason I disliked her at first was because she mothered me, that bothered me because of all the resentment and weird feelings I have for my mother, and it made me act in a way that I didn't like. I was a bit rude, and indifferent, but now, I have tapered and even if she gets to me sometimes I no longer fall prey to such behavior. I still feel weird when people ask or make comments about one of my parents, because in reality she hasn't been and will no longer be that anymore. Like when someone asked me what are you getting for mother's day, I hesitated so long and must've looked uncomfortable it was awkward, even after the nervous laughter. This is the first year that my father didn't bother me about May 10, and i suppose it's sad and strange I have no attachment to any of them. I think once I lied to myself that I had forgiven, but from time to time I struggle and my anger stems from the hurt caused to my sister. What is that sentiment of kind of knowing and remembering something I felt briefly?
Mostly I like songs for certain parts of them.
The rain today cooled the day, if you had stood in the shade and felt the slight breeze.
I still need scrubs, the store closes at five.

