Dear Mama.

You told me I needed to better myself intellectually before she would accept me. I believed you, and I tried my best. I gave my all and I took the fall. I have regrets, but I'm also kinda glad that I did what I did. I managed to move on, and I eventually did. But every once in awhile, my ever-so-hardworking brain will remind me of stuffs that I've forgotten and it all leads back to her. Dead mama, I have one last question. What is wrong with me? What is the deal breaker of me that seems to turn all of the girls off?