At the end of my rope. No more patience, not enough support. Always frustrated, always broke, always home all day long with no one to talk to. Tired of not being good enough, doing enough or having given up enough. Hate my fucking life except for my kids. They are the only non regrets I have. I want out, want to start over...and can't.
Friday, April 27, 2012
Over it all
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