Mini-Series of diary of 2002
December 6, 2002
I heard a couple of noises coming from the kitchen, possible my Tupperware. My Mom must be around me. It has been a rough day, sad and tearful most of the day. I question on why that therapist entered me life. She gave me mean looks and made me feel like shit and hated. It is hard to come to terms with one of the most caring persons you ever met ages ago, has turned into my father. I haven’t done anything wrong. I feel like I have lost two Mom’s. At least my Mom never turned mean like that. My Mom was so loving all the time. I do not know how she did it, but I hope to be like her. I miss holding my Mom’s hand, kissing and hugging her. I couldn’t sleep well last night and had a dream. I was at a funeral parlor. It was morbid, so I think another funeral is coming, I hope it isn’t mine.
October 10, 2016
I did have a tendency to obsess when mistreated by others back then, which stems from my dad. Today, I wouldn’t care and would blow her off.