love is pooping in his presence and not caring

today i had a talk with my mom about love. it was pretty cool. i played for my mom that little part of my song that i've written:"i see how they act, i see how they hate, i see how unhappy, so i know that this can't last, so i sit here feeling so out of place, is it true that not all stars fall from the sky....to die." i was thinking of my parents when i wrote that. i told her how i see how unhappy she is, and i'm scared that me and jimmy will end up the same. she actually started crying and blah, blah, blah, it was a bonding moment. but she said me and jimmy won't end up like my dad and her cause me and jimmy are actually friends. she just jumped in too quickly and never really knew my father. that sucks. i wish my mom could be happy. i wish she experienced real love like me and jimmy. ah, i'm such a dork.