Okay, so, Raising Helen is on AMC (is it a classic? I'm not really sure it qualifies for that title), and it has made me cry 3 times so far, and it's not even over. I've cried 4 times in the past two weeks, because I miss my mom.
Why? I don't understand how I can be fine for 3 months and then all of a sudden feel like an orphan.
It's because I had to listen to that f'ing story about her mom, and how she just prayed and prayed and then one morning-poof! Everything was better. Well you know what? I hate your story because it makes me feel like I didn't pray hard enough. And that's not true. Sometimes you can pray just as hard as you did, you know what... harder, and it just doesn't work like that.
It's just because it's Christmas, and as I've learned from last year, Christmas without my mom sucks.
I really hope that no one reads this, because it makes me seem like an angry depressed person, which I'm not.
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