I like to go there in my sleep

Mood: Eh.
Listening To: Castle on a Cloud from Les Miserables.
Reading: 1 Nephi.


You know, when I was little, my mom used to make me stay up and clean until all hours of the night. And when I went to CPS, she stopped doing that.

And tonight she's going on another cleaning binge. But it's over now. It was just weird to travel down memory lane like that.

I looked at my ripped rainbow scarf today. The one she ripped, then sewed back together a few days later. It's like an oxymoron. She ripped it because she was angry and screaming and hateful, then she sewed it up because she was sorry and humble and loved me.

Sometimes I don't get it.

"This is right, my dear. I stole something. I did. I stole happiness with you. I don't mind paying."
-Jean Valjean, Les Miserables.

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