I’m having a rough night.
And I want my mom more than anything.
Just to talk to.
I feel like there isn’t anyone but Maitlyn to talk to anymore.
And that sucks.
Because sometimes I want to talk to other people to get their input too.
But no one else really cares anymore.
I keep wanting to text you.
Because a while back ago you said that I could talk to you.
I just don’t know how I would start the conversation.
Or what I would say.
Because some of what I want to talk about is about you.
And I can’t do that.
I just miss my mom so much on night’s like this.
And it irritates me.
Because I’m not going to get my mom to talk to.
And that’s really all I want right now.
She could give me good advice.
Help me out.
But she’s not here anymore.
And I want to talk to you about my problems.
I don’t know why.
I mean, maybe it’s because you offered a couple months ago.
Or that I kind of just want you to know more about me.
But whatever it is, I want to talk to you.
But I don’t think I can do that either.
I just don’t know.