Who has influenced this topic?

As harsh as it sounds and not to put blame on anyone, but I would say my mother had influenced the way that I act and how I express myself today. While I have no shield and am an open book, I feel that my strength is my ability to not care and say whatever I feel and my weakness is my ability to not care and say whatever I feel. My mother is a high school drop out and never really cared about school and raised a child as a single mother at a very young age when my "father" was sent into prison. Her lack of motivation and desire to have a great life caused her to keep herself out of gaining and education and working full time as a manager at a local Taco Bell. Through the years I became gayer and gayer as she became more lazy and judgmental. In my teenage years, I was failing miserably in high school and she didn't seem to care. Whenever I'd speak to her, she'd ignore me and continue to talk on the phone or watch the television, not even turning her head to acknowledge my being, which would cause me to loose my short temper. Finally, it was my Senior year of high school and I was planning to graduate a semester early. Unfortunately, I was not able too and went into a huge depression because I was dying to leave my house. My mother, however, once again did not care about my choices aside of who I'm attracted too. After a crazy debate, I was no longer able to live in my house anymore while choosing to be with my boyfriend and had left school to make it up with online courses.
I feel that if my mother hadn't made me leave the house, I wouldn't have had to fend for myself. I am thankful for her doing so, however, because it granted me the intelligence I have and how to read certain types of men and how to get what I want out of them, and sometimes it's not more than just materials or money, but it's rather someone to actually feel comfortable with for a night. Sometimes those "sweet-nothings" in your ear are worth while. My mother's stubborn, close-minded attitude had forced me to leave my house but in doing so had made me more of a bad ass bitch who isn't necessarily afraid of being himself. Hey, I'm a little smarter for doing something instead of sitting on Facebook (which I have the honor of doing now and am always there- Mickey Drake- look me up), it just sucks that I was 17 and not home in my own home. Can't wait to get my Bachelor's Degree and a regular 9-5 job and waft it in my mother's face someday.



PS: How do you put pictures on this thing? Anyone have a clue?