i'm a mobile.

i was thinking of avril lavigne's song, "Mobile," only fleetingly because i'm embarrassed to reveal that i ever owned that album and i've never used that word, mobile, in such context.

momma cried today that the perpetual house guest-almost brother/son left for his real home in Florida. if she cries for a boy that she has only known for a few months, what am i to do about leaving the man that i have been in love with for years? time is running out fast to do whatever it is that i decide to do, whether it be crying or cheating on him with other guys to dull this increasing loneliness that is coming too soon.