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I never promised you a rose garden...or anything else in that case.

(I was just about to write an extensive blog about how much I hate my relationship with my mother, but then I changed my mind. Besides, nothing gets people's attention like bullet points with parallel structure.)

I love the fact that my mom accuses me of being without etiquette when I'm one of the most polite teenagers I'VE ever met.

I love the fact that my mom's definition of being "smart mouth" involves me disagreeing with her.

I love the fact that all of my immediate family members left us on our own and neither of them give a damn about us.

I love the fact that they left my mom with all of this pain, and I have to deal with it everyday.

I love the fact that I sound like the most stereotypical troubled teenage girl right now.

I love the fact that I feel like no matter what I say nothing gets through to her.

I love the fact that I've grown into such a confident young lady, and somehow this woman still manages to make me feel the way I did at my lowest of lows.

I love the fact that I have to be so strong emotionally that I sometimes have to remind myself that I'm human and it's OK to cry.

I love the fact that I have every avenue in the world to do "bad things," and I choose not to take them because I care so damn much about what they think, especially her.

I love the fact that I miss my sister more than anything in the world, and she won't just pick up the DAMN phone and call me.

I love the fact that every time I see a father and daughter together I get teary-eyed because it's not me and my dad.

I love the fact that every time I hear one of those cheesy "father daughter dance songs" I break down because it reminds me of everything I'm missing everyday.

I love the fact that my dad is all the way in Japan for what? for an iPhone, for Emory, for Belize, for me to be alone.

I love the fact that all of this pain and frustration and resentment and anger won't just go away.

I love the fact that my mom probably feels the same way about all of these topics, and we can't just talk it out because everything is a fucking argument.

I love the fact that I hate all of these facts.

Now, I digress.