"I am having the best time in my life talking to a beautiful girl but my b*tch mom crys and b*tches about every GD thing I do.
I cannot f***ing stand to listen to her b*tch. She would be cool if she would just shut the f*** up and stop acting like a b*tch.
Stop hating that I'm different. I don't need nobody but my GD self. I stopped believing in god because I don't want to end up like you."
So there you have it. Wow! That hurts. *sigh*
Packed his clothes to take to A. I hope they can help him. I look forward to someday when he can see me and know that all I ever wanted to do was help him and that his life choices were his and not mine for him. My heart is broken. Packing his clothes was the hardest. It's like grieving for someone who hasn't died. My boy. My boy.














