Monday, July 19, 2010

When I was 11 years old, my Mum drove me to my first sleep over.
In the car on the way she told me that if I wanted to come home during the night all I had to do was call her.
That she'd drive back and pick me up.

I lasted the night, but I cried myself to sleep.

Tonight, ten years later, I told my Mum that on Sunday I will be moving out.
As I cried she hugged me and told me that if I didn't like it, I could come home.
All I had to do was tell her and she'd come get me.

Tonight, I'll cry myself to sleep.

Monday, July 5, 2010