My mom is old D:
Yesterday I looked at my mom and noticed how gray her hair was--and was terrified. I confess that now I'm tearing up just thinking how she's old, and I'm going to lose her one day and I'm so f****** scared and not ready for it. Honestly, she is the only person in my life who's ever given a s*** about me. I've had two friends in my entire life and she's one of them. We don't have a mother-child relationship; we're actually friends, haha. It's been me and her against the world because her life has sucked horribly and I'm the only one who has ever given her sympathy and cared. We're both in the same s***** boat and I don't know how I'm going to handle it when I'm alone in it. She keeps telling me how old she is and I say "no you're not; you've still got like forty years!" She's fifty-six.... and I hate old people. Like seventy year-olds who s*** their pants and forget things and smell bad. Seriously, I HATE them. So what am I going to do if my mom becomes one of those obnoxious old gross people? Or what if she dies sooner than that? God this is f****** depressing.
Haha, I know this is a lame post but really. I'm scared.