...(o teu canto)

I miss you. I miss you a lot, really. I'm still a kid. I need to have someone home, waiting for me, with soup and a hug. With total understanding. No questions asked. Just that one person that holds me and tells me everything is going to be ok. That one person who will love me no matter how screwed up I am. I need my mom, for crying out loud!

Yeah, I know - you can't always get what you want. In this case, I really can't. The only thing I can do is to come here, 'talk' to you.

Other than this, I have nothing. Nothing that's really mine. I have a so-called-life where I constantly depend on others. I hate it. And the only thing that makes it more sufferable is sleeping.