The nights are never easy, tonight is no different.    I've posted before about how frustrated I get with my Mother (who is living with me). She can be very negative, and it's incredibly draining when I'm already depressed.    Tonight I walked out into the kitchen and saw my pumpkin had a new cut-out-shapes face. Earlier in the day we'd been laughing about how he needed a face, since she uses him as her hat-rack.  I started crying immediately...it hits me, little things like that; when she's gone, no one is ever going to do those things again. Silly, stupid little things we do to make eachother laugh.   Why does this have to be so hard? Why can't things just be good?