My mum got pretty worked up at me today. Her lashing didn't come at the right time, but it was what I felt I deserved, and needed for a good wake up call. My heart sank when I saw how dissappointed she was in me. I know she meant everything for my own good, but it really hurts to see her harping on the past tense. The immense pressure to please her, to please everyone, it got to me. I want them to be proud, like how they used to. I'll try again, but it's not easy. I love you mummy, and sorry.