Sunday, October 7, 2012

Three hours left

I'm scared. I don't even know exactly why. I feel terrible sorrow that my family will never know nor care about anything I do. I slept for about three hours. Other than that I've been crying.

I feel so stupid. I'm 31. I'm about to run a marathon. I will do fine. I've trained and all. The only thing I can think about is how much I want my mother. I would give anything if my mother could love me. I could do anything.

This is why I am nice to my children. I don't want them to spend their lives crying and wondering why they aren't deserving of love.

1 comment:

  1. Whether you met your time or not, whether you finished or not, no matter how it went, you are courageous as hell! You deserve to be proud of that.