If you read this, I love you.
The problem with my life is me. I don't cope with things. I overthink and fret. So a small fight with my mother turns into a huge dissapointment to me. I get angry with myself for the littlest things. I hate myself - I always say the wrong things, and can make my friends and family feel like crap.
Then when I realise, I am so angry and sorry at the same time. My mother, who is the most inspirational woman in the history of the universe cops the worst of it.
Mum I love you and I am so sorry.
I wish I could help it.
Its not you, its ME.