sigh

I found my mom's old scrapbook a couple of days ago. It hurts me to look through it. I miss her, and I don't want to. She left us, we didn't leave her. She chose drugs and a man over her children.

I also found a letter my Grandpa had written saying that she had married him and it made me sick. I will never forget that summer. I went to visit her and she was living with him. I hated him, I still do. He kept hitting her, he wouldn't stop...and she married him!

I hate that people tell me I look just like her. It scares me, because I don't want to be her.

I need to go to bed.