I'm at the end of a tunnel and I cannot see the light.
He sometimes balled his hands into fists when we were arguing. Yet I was so lonely the other night I almost texted him. Thank goodness I didn't.
I'm done bailing out my daughter due to stupid decisions she makes. I'm done being a doormat.
I love my dog but wish I was not responsible for her care. I can hardly care for myself.
I wish I could go away for about a month and have someone to take care of me (per my doctor, that's depression).
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