I don’t want to be her. If you think you’re scared that I’ll turn into that, then you should see how I feel. I am terrified of it. More than I’m afraid of silence; more than fire. I don’t want to be her. I can’t, wont be her. I just refuse.
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That's the cool thing about life. You don't have to follow in your mother's footsteps - you can go down whatever path you decide to go down. You can be your own person - a strong, caring, wonderful individual - and look at that - you already are those things! :)
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That's the cool thing about life. You don't have to follow in your mother's footsteps - you can go down whatever path you decide to go down. You can be your own person - a strong, caring, wonderful individual - and look at that - you already are those things! :)
March 18, 2010 at 5:05 PMTeri
Thank you Teri. That's probably one of the nicest things I've heard in a long time.
March 18, 2010 at 10:13 PMwe've both already proven we're nothing like our mothers. you're not her. trust me. <3
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