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I had the meanest mom in the world. While children did not have breakfast, I had to have cereal, eggs and toast.

When others drank soft drinks and candy for lunch, I had to eat sandwiches.

My mother always insisted on knowing where we were. It seemed that we were imprisoned. Had to know who our friends.

insisted that if we said we'd take an hour, but we would take an hour.

I am ashamed to admit it, but even had the nerve to break the law against the employment of young children. Made to wash dishes, and tending bed, and learn to cook and much also cruel.

I think she stayed awake at night thinking about things that may force us to do. Always insisted that she tell the truth and nothing but the truth.

time we reached adolescence and was wiser, and our lives became even more miserable, he became possessive.

Nobody could play the horn for us to get out running. We are ashamed to the end, forcing our friends to come to the door to ask us.

My mother was a complete failure. None of us have been arrested. Each of my brothers has served home and, "Who do we blame for our terrible future?", they are right, our Mother.

See all that we have lost. We have never been involved in a violent demonstration and a thousand other things that made our friends.

This made us to become educated, honest adults. Using this as an example, I'm trying to educate my children the same way.

You see I thank God for giving me:

"MORE BAD MOTHER IN THE WORLD."

"My mom will not read this, she is afraid to turn on the computer for fear of breaking it down. And that has two computer courses, " but let the world know that I love. Also, my father's birthday today. So I love them both. How it is happening with their moms? : 3

Temporary New York Drivers License

allowing me to be.

do not know why, but every time I need to download, I can not help but think one thing that I hurt, not hurt anyone & me 90% free what I feel, and it is in writing. Not if I write well, do not know if anyone cares too much what I say. Maybe, possibly, at this very moment someone decides to close my blog, and not re-enter. I do not know, I will not say that I do not care, because seriously it's nice to have people who understand you and you like what you write, but basically what you feel. But this is mostly for me. sounds selfish, but that sometimes in life you have to think same, and this is the time. When I write, every word I say here, leave me. From anywhere else other than my mind, my heart and even sometimes my soul is spoken ...

Why is this so important? Why do we need somewhat different for different people, download this kind of feeling that you have a lump in the throat, those who do not let you breathe, you suffocate?. Is it because something not-know-what inside of us can no longer withstand the pressure that arises when there are many feelings together when making a whirlwind of things we can not identify, that grows and grows, and makes us wrong?. I do not know why but I know I need to get rid of all that, and I, after walking through thorny paths looking for a way to remove them, I found a way, as I said before does not hurt anyone ... But do not write only when I need to download, no, I write because it's part of me to use words to show feelings, thoughts, ideas arising from those moments when the muse appears and invites me to have a paper and pencil to count a story, a story, my story.

often need to know who I am, because I admit, I'm lost. Yes, I miss the trees that get in my way, a long road that has rocks, clouds, which sometimes gets wet by rain that leaves falling and the clouds that hide the sun, although gone, is always there, behind, away but present. And thanks to the remoteness learned their true value. Because when we have something we do not realize how much better until we lose it. (Yes I know!). And when I can find, write, that comes to light the real me, just for a while. It seems strange, rather, when I say this is going to sound like I'm a fake, but it is not, and I would explain it. I'm different people, which does not mean that I pretend to be otherwise. I'm different when I'm with people I liked, but rarely succeeded. I want to be friendly, kind, fun, perhaps it is, and need not try, but I feel, will, I know me, know I'm not well. I'm cold in nature and that no one will be able to change. I have quite a mood, as she said in English, 'FUCKED UP', when everyone goes right, I go to the left when it all down, I climb, when a newcomer, I go, and yes, I am so, sometimes because I want to, others because it is something that can not be avoided.

And although the words will not let you fully realize how I am as a person, I found when I write. And the storm that seemed eternal, complete, allowing me to be.