It's a Poison Cup

I think if perhaps I told my mom what goes on in my life a little more often she wouldn't think I'm crazy or bipolar. If perhaps I was a little more honest and forward to her, then she wouldn't think that I just like to cry for the heck of it. And perhaps she would just be there to give me a little more insight. But then again, how can I explain a situation like this to her? How am I supposed to be like, well, mom the whole reason I've been like chronically sad for the past year or so is because I like the wrong guys. I don't just end up liking the wrong guys but I end up sticking around thinking it's all worth it in the end. She'll just think I'm dumb and well at this point so do I. Crying three times a week over someone is not my idea of happily ever after. But neither is giving up. So what do I do? Do I stick around in hopes that it all magically gets better one day or do I decide when enough is just a little too much? I don't know. That's all I know, I know that I don't know what to do in my life and what to do in a situation like this so therefore, I just do what I think is best.