The path that I'm walking I must go alone I must take the baby steps 'til I'm full grown, full grown Fairytales don't always have a happy ending, do they? And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay May 10, 2003 Dear Mom, This is seriously the hardest thing I've ever had to do. Even if I am being a complete coward to do it like this, through the mail, and not in person. Before I say anything else, I want to state, clearly, truly, that I do love you, Mom. And I don't doubt, in your own way, that... read more
