Well here goes nothing. I’m no writer, hell the fact that I can even put two thoughts together coherently enough to create a sentence is a miracle to me. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m far from dumb in most cases. Now that being said… Emotionally, I am completely ignorant. Wtf is the point you’re wondering by now? Well there fucking isn’t one. Deal with it. My shrink told me to try journaling or some shit but I suck at that and I sick at talking about myself. Yet here we are. I’m just a mom trying to break some generational curses so I don’t screw my kids up like I’m screwed up.