well, it's very ironic that the day after i write a loving blog about my mother, she is angry at me. for existing. sorry that you settled for someone and had a baby too young, sorry that you didn't go to college, sorry you hate your job, sorry you never get to do anything nice, sorry we never have any money, it's not my fault. hating your life won't change a damn thing. you've wasted too much time on hate and regret. i'm leaving in a year. i love you but you make me feel like the biggest regret of your life.