confessional

I am glad to have a mom who is more like a friend than anything else. I see and know so many girls (and guys, I suppose) who struggle with their relationship with their mom, and I feel so grateful not to have that problem. Of course, we do have our problems, but most of the time it's smooth sailing.

I can't say the same for my relationship with my dad. He and I have...different perspectives, I guess. I'm the optimist to his pessimist, and that's saying something. He's been through a really hard time the last few years and it's going to be a while before he's...better. He's changed. It's impossible to change him back, he'll have to do it himself. That's fine. I'm not up for doing anything about it, I don't believe in forcing people or myself into doing things. He lives across the world, it's easier to let things go as they are.

My relationship with myself...wellllllll, it's good, I suppose, yes. This sounds incredibly, horribly cheesy but ~I am discovering who I really am~ and not having any regrets along the way. Mistakes lead to perfection, or at least something close to it.

So much more to say, so bad at articulation. Here, here's a mind-reading device. Take it, get in my head.