As an adult i can count the number of hugs she's given me in a lifetime on one hand. She can never say that she loved me unless she was drunk and got the balls to write it down on a piece of paper. That she'd slide under my door while i slept. Ive only gotten 2 letters my whole life. I kept those letters for as long as i could. When i was sad i would read them and imagine my mom actually saying those words to me and giving me hugs. I dont have those letters anymore because part of me seperated reality from fiction. Im not crying nor am i asking you to feel bad for me. Im just venting. Writting to you. Just thoughts. Things..i had to clear up so i can sleep. Good night.