Guilt?

So, while my instagram feed was flooded with pictures of my friends with their moms, the breakfast they made, the flowers they bought, the words of appreciation and stuff like that, I didn't do anything. Yes, I suck, I know. I don't know if it's just out of my character, but yes mom, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for only knowing how to study, or sometimes not even knowing how to prioritise, basically being a bum in the house that you earnestly hope will stop being awkward and perhaps be as pretty as how I was when I was younger so that I need not cling on to you guys when you're old. Don't worry, that won't happen. I'll buy my own apartment. Honestly, I'm not the most affectionate person around. I don't say 'I love you's, I don't hug my parents, heck, I hardly even say thank you. Even to my friends; I don't like to label my relationships. I don't exactly declare Pang as my best friend, even though I sure treat her exclusively. How do I put it, it's just not me.  Looking at it now, I'm quite a failure. You've invested quite a lot into me, and I can't exactly say that you've neglected me, so thank you, thank you for everything, even though you put me down from time to time. I can't say it to your face at this point in time, but someday, hopefully not too late, I will. So i guess, Happy belated mother's day.