fuck life
fuck it. i am never good enough in your eyes. thanks for ruining my dinner and my appetite. i can't believe you still haggle me about not attending albion cuz its soo fucking better than aquinas. i love aquinas and it hurts when you say i can do better. i got all fucking as and one fucking b+. but no, not good enough. i worked my ass off and in addition worked at school, like you wanted me to. i did what you asked but i guess i should've known that i had to exceed expectations. i am sorry i failed you. but what hurts the most is when i feel good and positive about my work at college and then you, the almighty know-it-all criticizes me for not doing better, i am sorry i am not the all a student you want. i try my best. it hurts because your my mother and for some reason your critical reviews of me burn the most. i am sorry. i am sorry for not exceeding the expectations you set for me. i am sorry i am weakness in your eyes. yes, i cry because of the sting of your words. i am sorry for crying. i am sorry for disappointing you. and i am sorry to all those who are reading this rant.