I can admit I’m jealous…

I’m so jealous of people who still have their mother. Those of you who could pick up the phone and call and she will answer. Lord knows I’ll give anything to call that 9597 number and hear my mother’s sweet voice. Living without a mother is crazy. Sometimes I find myself just zoned out. This shit doesn’t get any easier, I can tell you that. Idk maybe it’s seasonal depression. Crazy thing is, I love the holidays. I love holiday season. But life been life-ing.