moving on and light showers

So this is how it is to be in charge of one's own destiny to move ahead and not look behind with futile regrets oh good grief that's so a pile of manure. I'm impressed if I can make it past one conversation not dissecting my words and attaching hidden meanings to the hidden meanings. My narcissism is as thick as gluey as the others. I just hide it within the cape of distrust. I am so tired I want to have time to look at pictures and cry and cry and laugh and grieve and no one say anything about what I need and I know I don't need that.

I had a most interesting seizure I guess. It was like fireworks. It started as a static snowstorm like the tv picture that the girl saw in Poltergeist and then it became bigger and changed to gold and light and bright and then it stopped... I wish it hadn't stopped.

I'm a hostile Orphan

My touchstone, my hero, my one person in life who always loved, supported, cheered thought everything I did, wore, made,was wonderful and beautiful. The one who didn't yell, call me stupid, obsessive, crazy, crazy, crazy is gone. My mom is dead. She was the one person that took care of me, who loved me no matter what I said or did. She loved me and would always love me. I miss her and it hurts terrible and to quote Forrest Gump "That is all I have to say about that".