Its kinda hard to accept that the people extending their arms arnt the people close to you but strangers. Did I mention I tried to tell my mum? She lives 4 hours away. I dont drive. Neither does she. I see her in me when Im pissed and I look iin mirror. I hate what i see. And I hate the fact that I am turning into her. My poor poor beautiful children. Its for them that I feel so sad and pure hatred towards myself. I know they need me, I know I am all they have but still I cant not gulp down that glass of ******* god damn wine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Why arnt they enough? my children are the ONLY reason im here, so why cant I resist it?
please x