She’s gone.
My closest thing I had to a mother who I could trust. The good days, the bad days, the rants, the tears with each other, the hugs, the support. It’s all gone.
I should have seen it coming, it’s my fault. I should have been with her for the past weekends then this would not have happened. I was her breaking point. My class. My schedule. It’s my fault. She’s gone and she won’t come back.
I should have given her more of my time and energy and protected her but I didn’t just like what happened last time. I fucked it up she’s gone because I didn’t shield her.
I just want her back, I want a hug, her support, more memories. I need her.
