uhh well this is for a rant that i can never say out loud but can write down. its about my mom. dont get me wrong she is a wonderful person. or she was before it killed her......when i was in 3rd grade, she got thyroid. sorry if i did not spell that right. anyway in the beginning, i thought everything was normal. boy was i wrong. as the years went by, the person who i call mother and who was always there for me began to evaporate, leaving this women who was suddenly there, calling herself my mom and screaming at me and being a stranger. this is my story. my real mother is dead and in her place is a stranger who looks the same when she wakes up. then she changes and i dont recognize her. it is painful seeing her everyday, rembering the good times when i could predict what she was going to do. now when i am at home, i walk on eggshells. i lash out at her and everyone because of my uncontrolable anger. i hate it. it's all the stupid disease's fault that my mother is gone. [/align
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