Mulligan.

I barely even feel like myself anymore and I need to revamp my life so I figured I'd start with this blog. Not to be all psycho-babbley, but I'm never going to be okay unless I confront my inner child. It's impossible to erase the emotional scars, but I don't have to be defined by them.

But, man, I never wanted to face her. To look in her big wide eyes and staring back at me is all of that loneliness. To see that forlornness.

Oh if I could, I would go to her bedroom at night. Just when she was perfecting the fine art of crying almost silently. Another night, awoken by the yelling. In her small 2 bedroom house, the thin bedroom door did nothing to muffle the shouting. She had no idea it isn't how people are supposed to treat each other. Things would never really improve until she left for college, but eventually she just stopped feeling.

That hapless little girl. I would tell her all she really needed was one thing as I pull her into a hug and hold her.

It's such a simple thing. To know somebody's there for her. Somebody cared.


"Hey tomorrow you've gotta believe that
I'm through wastin' what's left of me
'Cause night is fallin' and the dawn is callin'
I'll have a new day if she'll have me"
-Jim Croce