My mom always told me she would love me no matter what, she didn't care that I was famous or that I had trouble with drugs and alcohol. She would love me no matter what, but after this, I don't know if she'll love me, or if anyone else would love me. But what I did is not my fault, is it? I feel like I don't belong here anymore, that I'm too different from anyone else.. A Bruno Mars fanfiction that's different from what people expect.