It's so sad how I just don't know if I really love my mom. I've lived a complete lie. I don't even know my mom. All I know is that she's some psycho ass backstabbing lying piece of shit of a so-called mother. I just can't stand her. That's why it's so hard for me to really believe anyone these days, it's so hard for me to believe that there are people out there who love and care for me when my own mother can't do that for me. I hurt everyday living with her. With everything that's happened for the past days, weeks, months, and years, it's hard for me to stay strong anymore. But i'm trying, and that's all that I can do.. is try. To keep trying and stay strong, because if I breakdown.. who's there to pick me back up? No one but myself. I'm nothing but a regret to her, I'm always compared to my dad, I'm always the jealous one, I'm always everything you hate. I hate how you treat me. I'm not your friend who you can go and talk shit about with your friends and backstab me and act like a plastic frigid bitch at my face and act like nothing happened. That's not gonna cut it for me bro, I'm not buying that little act you play with everyone. Fuck that. I'm your daughter. If you want respect from me, you earn that shit because I'm not gonna let you walk all over me even if your my mom. I don't let ANYONE push me and act like they can get away with that. If you're gonna go act like a little whiny teenager, go ahead. Your act doesn't phase me. Go yell at me and throw tantrums, DILLIGAF? Nope! IDGAS. At this rate, you don't deserve a family. You don't even have any friends. Because you consistently treat everyone like shit because you're not happy. Well I'm sorry, welcome to reality. You can't always have what you want. You have to earn it. BYE.