I have a vent ranting in my head at this very moment. And ya'll are the targeted audience to hear it. Mwahaha, feel the love.

Anywho, I've been gone because, and I will admit, rehab. I was sent their for my family feared I was going to follow through with a death sentence. Now, mind you, I was not sane. Everything from my mother seemed to pile up on me and caused me to cave. I am okay now, though. Quite peachy, actually.
Anyways, the outpatient therapist wants me to have a relationship with my mother. To talk to her, love her, have a cup of tea with the damn woman. This is the third person to say, "hey, give her a try."

Uhm, hello! Apparently no one listens to me when I say the woman is a maniac. And, no, I am not exagerating. She doesn't think like an adult. She is controlled and manipulated like a puppet by a certain someone and has no sense of her own! I do not need nor desire time and energy to go into a relationship with her. She is not the woman I thought she was, nor the mother I found her to be. It hurts, but it's the truth. The truth I've been seeking yet refusing to see.

Though life is a tough pickle to swallow, I've seem to have done it. I've accepted the "mental death" of my mother and am moving on. Really, if I could by a casket I would bury it and tag the tomb stone with my mother's name.

Anywho, I am doing relatively well. An ex-girlfriend of mine I am missing quite terribly. I'm not over her. I thought I was, but am not. Damn me and my lesbian ways. XD

Well, school's out and I am H.A.P.P.Y!!!! I've waited for this summer what feels like a century. I won't be on much, for I am still grounded. Just snuck on here to let ya'll know I'm still somewhat alive. (lol, not funny. ^_^)

Have a good night, kids.
-Slippers13