My boy is amazing. Never a dreary thought or disposition around my little guy. Just impossible. I look at him and know "giving up" can never be an option. I might be a mopey bitch but deep down inside and for most people I hide an optimism that usually stay's internal. I love everybody... and hate them half the time as well. ;)
I miss him already having gone back to his momma's... chokes me up to think about him, but it's always "happy tears". I have the best little boy on the planet... and I know a grip of you do too.
Goodnight.
John A.k.A. Captain PirateFace
"I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often." — Charles Bukowski (Tales of Ordinary Madness)
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