My mother is the most rotten and selfish person I have ever known, and I'm scared that I'll become just like her when I get older. I fight it everyday.

I wish I knew love so I could be more hopeful about our relationship.

Everyone thinks I'm really laid back and don't have a care in the world because I'm so quiet and shy. In reality everyone pisses me off.

Mom, why am I the only one who you told about the lung cancer? Now I want to scream it from the rooftops, "WHY CAN'T ANYONE CARE THAT MY MOM IS DYING!?" I'm 14!

My family acted as if I didn't exist when "mother" was alive; now that she's dead they want to be "family". No thanks, I've made it this long w/o them. I'm 44.