How do I even begin to describe this feeling…hopelessness, lost, alone….
My mother died 17 years ago and every time I come here, it’s as if it were yesterday. She was always proud of me no matter what I did. I told her everything. She was and still will always be my best friend.
She always wore lipstick everyday, even if it was the only stitch of make-up she had on. I guess that’s where I got from. I love wearing lipstick because it makes me feel happy. She told me that along time ago.
And aside from today, I’m all about doing things that make me happy.