She's just talking with me like I've been out for the weekend...
No sorry, no how are you, no how have you been...
NOTHING
Not even a SMALL, a TINY I missed you, darling NOT EVEN THIS.
It hurts.
I'm happy to hear her again. I really am.
But I am as mad as I am happy. Because she just ignores what has been between us the last FIFTY-SIX days.
she's talking with me like nothing ever happened.
And to be honest.
This hurts the most.
I just want to hear Oh my little Ray I'm happy that you're fine. I was so worried about you and I'm sorry for what had happened...
That's everything. is this too much?
well, it looks like it is...
but however.
Who cares?
I should be used to it already. Used to be not worth even an excuse.
Why is it too much to say those simple three words?
Does it hurt so much, to accept a mistake? Or is it just the fact, that you denial it that you've been wrong?
I didn't know it, I still don't and I never will.
It's just too much for my randomly passing out logical brain.
But Mum?
Thank you for not forgetting my existence and still knowing that I'm your fucking DAUGHTER
And last but not least.
I sadly, but true still love you and ever will.