Wednesday, June 30, 2010
If I wanted someone to play my mother and slap my wrist every time I did something wrong and tell me how disappointed they were in me, then I would have told my mother. I don't get a speech from the people who have known me from the beginning, the people who have known me for years and have seen me change, the people who have supported me through everything. I get a speech from a person who has known me for less than a year, who tells me that I'm not the same person they first met and how much of a letdown I am, the person who doesn't like all of my other friends that have been there. I don't need an explanation for this post.
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