About Away we go.

I don’t think i’m ready to be a good mom. At all.

But i will be. Someday

I don’t feel the so called Xmas

I just feel it’s cold outside.

I think the Grinch stole that part of my heart.

But Away We Go made me cry like a child today, and i loved it, that’s what i need to fullfill my catharsis and change and to get my paradigm ready, tears are always good start. And the hair, that now has totally change me in the outside and inside, i feel my head lighter, i can think clearly now. Finally.

I’m not going to apologize if some of you don’t understand this feeling, my dear invisible readers. I know me.

For the new year: I need to get over some unfinished ugly business and feelings and people i realized this year i don’t want them around me. Or feel anything about them. FJRC to begin with. Family can’t be erased, so i better deal with it.

Oh yeah. The haircut.

Stranger

Little did she know that

she was going to cry blood and sweat tears,

right at the end of this fiction…

… all at once in the same little napking