I don't know what to say for this entry because now it is technically mothers day. My second one. I hate these days because every other day I just kind of forget about everything, but then it all suffocates me at once. For the past hour or so I've been looking through like 500 pictures. I don't know why, it's like I'm trying to make myself feel bad. After looking at them I'm not really sure what I'm doing. It really feels like I can never be as happy as I was before. If that's the case I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do. It's like I get to live the rest of my entire life knowing that no matter what I do, it will never be good enough to replace what I've lost and make my life better than a few years ago. Like trying has become a lost cause. I don't know what else to say without making people think that I'm suicidal or something. I just want everyone to have a good mothers day and remember that while you may hate having to do all the things you must for it, others only get to look at photographs.

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