mom

My mom is my everything. When I was a little, I wore her night gown and wore lipstick all over my face to be like her. I told her I’m going to be a monk after she dies.She got pissed off at me and she said religion is not something you escape to and if I want to be a monk, I should Brittney Spear my head now and do while she’s alive. Sometimes I get scared because I don’t think I can find anyone who loves me as much as she does and I feel safe.She knows I have phobia with being too close to someone, Some kind of self defense mechanism.So I run away when I was 16 to protect myself, I run and run and got  tired trying to be tough. I fell on the ground and look up. I found my mom again. Mother’s day is coming. yay!