Another life.

Why does it matter? Why does it matter if my life has always been about making my mom proud? Trying to be something she wanted me to be? I just want to not be useless, like she always called me. I want her to smile at me, even though I know I can't see it. But.. should I sacrifice the life I can have? The life with the love of my life.. the boy I met in high school... Does it even matter? Nobody cares about what poor Diane is feeling, do they?