I used to be happy. I was cheery and had a lot of friends. I had places to go and people to meet. And everything was easy. What happened to me? I am miserable, so so miserable! I just want to complain to somebody and have nobody to complain to. I am sitting at my desk doing my work and can hardly hold myself down from screaming and throwing things. I am so mad, so freaking mad. I know I have a beautiful kids and loving husband, but do I want to cry? Wow, I am actually crying.
I might not be happy with my living arrangements and my financial situation, but this is not why I am mad. Than why the hell am I so mad? Over nothing - collection notice from the magazine (because what the hell! I don’t even want their stinking magazine in the first place) and my cousin scheduling her own birthday party instead of doing it with me (she has a right to do it, but still, what the hell).
I am just tired and want somebody else to take care of me for a change. Forget my husband’s dirty socks (he just can’t find any better place than all over the living room) and noodles on the kitchen floor (that will not change any time soon – courtesy of my 1 year old) – I just need a breath of fresh air and not obligations to anybody else for an hour once in a while.
Take care of me! Love me! Make it better
