Sheesh.

She had a go at me 'cause I didn't tell her who was on the phone, she hasn't grasped the concept of "I'm not talking to you again". She'll never learn. I do talk to her, not much though. "Yes." "Thanks." "No." "Coffee." "Night."
I'm an awkward kid, I feel sorry for my mum having to deal with me all the time. Although she should feel sorry for me having to deal with her all the time.
She doesn't stick to promises. "I'll quit smoking, I promise." "I'll stop drinking, I promise." "I'll listen to you more, I promise."
She'll be the cause of my death, I know she will.