I'm really not too good a comforting people,I get wierd and just talk about silly bullshit to try and loose focus on what's really going on.
That's always been my way I suppose.I get silly and make jokes when I'm uncomfortable.
We were never very serious.By we I mean my family and I.My mother and me ecspecially.
There were many times yes,when she would be mad at me,or I'd ended crying about something,and for a moment that emotional wall we have built up breaks a little,but then later it's back to crackin jokes and not sharing our true feelings.
I've gotten alot better eith it I think.It's probably due to the drinking.I think everytime I've ever actually opened up alot,I was drunk.
ha ha,that's sad I guess.
That or when I get horribly depressed my mind kinda opens up a little more,of course when I'm hrribly depressed I usually get drunk so hmm...
Well,I guess I'll try my best,
Life sure does seem to suck a cock these days,but things always change,so I have faith in that.
3:26 p.m. by Timm Jumper