I'm sorry. I'm sorry Mom, that I'm not the little girl I used to be. I grew up. I learned the lessons of this cold harsh world. I'm sorry Mom, I'm sorry that I'm not as sweet anymore, that I'm not happy anymore, that I'm always stressed. I'm sorry Mom, I'm sorry that sometimes I take out all of this stress on you, I'm sorry I snap at you, use attitude with you, forget to hug you or give you a smile. I'm sorry Mom, I'm sorry that sometimes I forget you aren't always going to be here to do my laundry, give me a ride, help. I'm sorry that sometimes I forget my pleases and thank yous. I'm sorry that sometimes I treat you different than I do Dad. You've always known I was growing up, that I was different, I can't let him know. If I can't be Mommy's little girl I at least wanna be Daddy's Princess...even if it's only a few more years. I'm sorry Mom, I'm sorry that after the 12 hour days I have that I can sound grouchy with you, I'm sorry you dont understand I simply can't communicate with you, or anyone else. I'm sorry Mom, that I'm not the daughter you wish I was. I'm sorry that everything I give isn't enough. I'm sorry that after swim, school, orchestra, chorus, homework, and everything else I have to remember to be happy to you, and polite, but I always forget. I'm sorry Mom, that I'm always so forgetful. There's so many fights I could have prevented if I had remembered what you told me. I'm sorry Mom, that I'm not your little girl anymore. I'm sorry I grew up...