11:41 a.m. - 2004-03-22
mini rant
Entry 2:
You know, when I face losing my mother, I always wish that I had a big, strong man to lean on and make everything seem like will eventually be better. Childish and retro, I know. But still. I want to be able to run into a man's arms and be able to depend on him so I can be a child when I need to.
I haven't had that since my dad. Even the boyfriends I've had have used me as their rock. I was always the strong one. The care taker. The protector. Its not fair.
