It’s pretty crazy how small of a connection my mother has to my life. I don’t even think she knows that I’m applying to schools and planning on transferring. All of my significant qualities that define me, she doesn’t know about. She knows nothing about my past. It’s because she doesn’t care. She’s never asked me a single thing about my life. She never asked how college is and if I like UMass. She never asked about any of my activities in high school either. She never attended a race or even asked how it went. It’s crazy how little a mother can care about her daughter when me and my brother are the only people in her life. I just showed her the weird bumps that are growing behind my ear in hopes that she would tell me if they looked anything like the ones my dad got in that area when he found out he had cancer and she just goes “oh, too bad you screwed up your health insurance”, and walked away. I can’t believe I have put up with this sort of thing my whole life. It’s no wonder why I always feel so insignificant. It’s no wonder I’m as fucked up as I am.