I actually kind of miss my mom, which is something I never thought I’d say. Being away from her has made it easier for me to like her, I guess. It has never really seemed like she cares about me, but I think deep down I’ve always known that she really does. She’s crazy and mean ninety nine percent of the time, but she’s still my mom and sometimes I lose sight of that. We rarely get along and we don’t even really talk to each other, but she loves me a lot and I’m really lucky. So no matter what I say, I love her too.