Well my true feelings are a crap shoot. Someone told me that I needed to pull myself up by my boot strapes because my mom would have wanted that. I  call bullshit. My mother taught me to look deep at triggars, to see that my boot straps are frayed, stop take the boots off and wash off all the shit thats caked to the bottom, string up stronger laces, get good socks and then lace them up. My mom analized things to deaht to try to figure out about how to be the best version of herself. She taught me that if it is looking too good to be true,…