emotional turmoil;
i feel for you even though you're miles away.
its no wonder why we're cousins in this lifetime.
your frustrations. your sorrows. your rage.
we could almost be feeling the same thing all at once.
(:

moms are moms.
that's probably how the term drama mama came about.
one moment they're all nice and sweet,
and the next they're devils with whips.

being dragged into this huge whirlpool was voluntary.
yet, its driving me nuts.
i'm flesh and blood. i feel, like every other human.
hurting either would adversely hurt me too.
it's a huge regret.
but sadly,
money does reveal the nasty side of humans.
it makes the world go round.
everyday, billions and gazillions of humans are working they're asses off to earn more stacks of paper printed with dollar signs and numbers.
or else, they're just striving to survive their debts.
money drives people to desperation.
its a vicious cycle,
where the rich gets richer;
and the poor gets poorer.
until you break out of it.

excuses. excuses.
blames.
defamation.
slander.
if only that could all stop.
and everyone understood how money was destroying them.
then life would be peaceful and harmonious.
then probably insanity, suicide and divorce rates will fall.
oh wells.

Sylvia. Syl. And someone you'll never expect me to be.