Mum sat down and missed someone today. She sat down and cried and cried and cried and all I could do was be there for her. We truly are two different people. Mum absorbs things, and takes them to heart. She lives with her ghosts and holds a grudge. She does not accept change very well at all. I reflect things, only important issues hit at the heart. I forget the past easily and dislike very little. I forgive too quickly. I'm the best person when it comes to changing...because it never really hits me. Instead it wanders down a doorless corridor never reaching an end, jsut showing its presence. I'm not going to please her when I grow. We are a reflection of our parents, or at least that is how other people see us. It may be just me, but I see myself as being entirely different from what others think of me. But as Captain (unspotted) said no one will ever really see the fullness of your being...afterall you can only see three sides of a cube at once, correct? So mum continues to see me as this bright kid, who knows what to do and what not to do..but she doesnt see the, eh, poetic side of me I suppose. Some people you can read like a book, which is how she percieves me, but others you have to open up and you'll realize where true potential lays. If she were to get out of this rut she is in and ask me about how I view life I'm suer she would see an enitrely new side of me. But seeing as she has put a bubble aruiond herself and has selfishly, but understandably discussed only her feelings this world will not open up for her. By the time shes done remorsing I'll be someone she never realized exsisted and she'll hold that agaisnt me. I'll never be the little girl she always wanted. I suppose I could change my ways, but thast not be true to myself. While it is making someone else happy I will nevr be satisfying a hunger that exsits deep down inside of me. AT the same time though, I'll be letting down my mother whcih will put a damper on my spirit as well. Kinda of a lose/lose situation that you cant prevent. I need a hug. Until tomorrow then, Your Nieghborhood Superman