My mom and I had an interesting conversation.
She kinda/sorta "lectured" me on my sarcasm.
She said I shouldn't talk like that all the time, 'cause people misunderstand me, 'cause they don't know me.
But she does.
Because she's just like me.
I thought it was funny.
Then she cried.
It breaks my heart to hear her cry.
I hate it.
My goal in life is to someday be a person that my mom would be proud of, so that she can say that it was all worth it, going through so much crap raising this skinny little kid.
That's the least I can do.