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a piece for a film. [Feb. 5th, 2007|12:37 am]
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I really love my mother, I mean really love her, she’s done so much for me, more than anyone else, she always took great care of me. But for some reason I always felt compelled to be an asshole to her, right until I was 14, and decided it was time to leave, and then once it was all said and done I’ve grown to appreciate her more or something and have been almost always pleasant to her, but now, after 5 or more years, I’m finding myself annoyed again by her. That’s not right though, is it? I should be pleased with my mother, but even on the telephone I get aggravated. I see myself growing away from her ever so fast, and it scares me in a way, because I’m OK with it, for the most part. I know she can sense it, by the way I talk, and act, and I don’t know perhaps she could always see it coming, she constantly said: “You’ve always marched to the beat of a different drum.” Well, she is probably more aware of what’s happening than I am, and is probably not worried at all. So why should I be?