a few years ago my mother was an active member of this site. she loves to write and read other people's stories. anyway, its 2 in the morning, i cant sleep. i remembered writing.com and how much my mom loved it, "a way to vent" so i decided to make an account. im going to let loose and talk about everything that i cant normally talk about for whatever reason. im going to be honest with myself, i know that doing this is going to make my life easier. its going to help me sort through the mess thats left of my mind.