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So I'm going to complain. Get over it. Actually, just don't read this. I love seeing all the girls at the shows with their moms. It's a wonderful reminder of what mine never has been and never will be. It's a great reminder of the fact that my mom...you get the point. It sucks. And My grandma's sick, really, really sick. And I'm trying every day not to break down and it's so damn hard. And I don't think anyone is coming to my show. Not even my two best friends. Yay. Okay so my dad and little sisters might be there. And I really ought to get over it, it's no big deal. But I hate it, it makes this whole issue with my grandma even worse and leaves me feeling more alone than ever.. And I just want my mother to be like that. And now I'm crying, which would be good, since I've barely cried, except that I have five minutes to pull myself together. I doubt I'll go out at all tonight, I need to get home so I can break down for real, finally. Whatever, I'm done, bye.