Alright. This morning, I drove my mom over the edge. She wacked me over the head. Hard. And I just sat there. I went to school. I actually had a not bad day. Shouldn't I be like...More affected by that? I mean seriously! And I'm not saying that my mom like beats me or anything. I just pushed her too far. She told me I ruin everyones morning everyday and I said "Good" and went back to eating...Then she stormed over and wacked me. And I almost cried. I stopped myself, ate my waffles, stalked out the door and went on with my day. I refuse to cry about it. I will not let my mother make me cry anymore. I will not let her make me cry ever again. She has done it way too much, and I can't keep crying about it. I will not let her make me feel like total crap, like I shouldn't be here, like I am worthless. I know I must be worth something to someone...Right? ~Kat Does it comfort you to know you fought the good fight? Basking in your victory, Hollow and alone To boast your bitter bragging rights to anyone who'll listen. While you're left with nothing tangible to gain. ~The Good Fight Dashboard Confessionals