My mom!

My mom is my mom! And even when I say I hate her... that cant be real! This is because God made us to be able to deal. Deal with each other. And the problems life may bring to one another. My mom is only trying to help me live a happy life. But... I still have a lot of shit that I wish I could kill with a knife. But... God put my mom and me together so that we would not feel so alone. When I am mad I try to drone out all of the good. But... this is never going to help! And I know what I should do. I also know what is true. When I am upset I don’t think about all the good. And I know that I should. My mom believes in me... and I know this to be a fact. And I love her... and this is true because God put us together to love one another!