I’m spending the day with my mom, because she just got here today, and I missed her, and she used to be my best friend, but my rebellious nature, my emotional moody self, or my anguish younger years would sometimes get in the way, but somehow, I’ve grown up and have matured a little. 

I love you. Why are you avoiding me? Why is it that in just a matter of time you’ve changed? You pushed me near the edge; don’t leave me hanging. Now that I’ve already fallen, you can’t just leave me like this.