mom. i'm sorry. for everything. for being a major bitch all the time and for never helping you. i know you have rough days a lot and i'm not exactly a joyous helper. i know you love me and you're proud of me, so thanks. for pushing me and telling me to keep going. for telling my beautiful when i feel ugly and letting me cry on you like i'm 7 again. thank you for everything you do for me. it means more than i let you know. i realize what you put yourself through to get me an joey here. i appreciate it. thank you for bringing me here, although i hate it sometimes... i know i'm better off here than in new york. ha. i love you.