It’s the beginning of the year, and guess what? I hate it. I must say that I am trully blessed that the people who was there for me, are still here. However, the person who I look upon, who has watched my steps as I grow up, who I call my mom, is fed up, of all the bullshits that had and is ocurring in her life. Admittedly, those bullshits, includes me. Honestly, I can’t keep my mouth shut. I’m sorry that I am not perfect. Sorry, that I make a lot of mistakes. Sorry, that I am your daughter. Sorry, because I am not who you want me to be. Sorry, because I am jobless. Sorry, because I can’t help you, financially. Sorry. One day, soon, I hope to move out which I believe is and could be the greatest gift I could possibly give you, although it may hurt me.