I've got

a little sadness or something
disappointment frust
ration
because my mom doesn't like me (?)
sometimes or says she doesn't know me
or like me
and that I should have a nice life.

What's up? When your own mom says that? When your umbilical cord was so purple and noodle-y and you came out looking like a perfect zombie baby. When you're just trying to live and be happy and are (besides that)?