My mother is in her mid 50's she had me at 18 and because it wasn't in the best of situations she kinda shut it all down and never was able to really open herself up to love or relationships again.
Now where's my mom? She's living in a complex for people with disabilities with few friends, no lover and a bunch of cats. She is a dryed up old crazy cat lady.
I see I been heading down that same path, I've had my share of difficulties with men and women and were like eh fuck it who needs em so long as I achieve my goals thats all I need.
Yet here I am at 11 o clock? I'm wishing to make love to someone, needing that part of my life filled is so painfully obvious, and what does the trick now lifeless worthless toys :(
What good is all the achievements in the world if it doesn't make you happier. I might be her daughter but I'm not her, I don't have to keep following a destructive path that leads me away from people and a satisfied sexual appetite.
