Well I've lost Tarzan, I've lost Jane and now Turk has a swollen cheek with a possible abscess tooth. My house is a wreck. I can't do dishes because my water pressure is all but dead because we tried to put in a dish washer and something went wrong. My guineas cage is gross because we've yet to get the chloroplast bottom for it. I'm hungry. I'm just getting by on bills. I have a washer and dryer that have been in my yard for far too long so I'm still going to the laundry mat. I can't get a day off work to save my life. And I still have to go to my friend's house to feed her pets because she got tickets last minute to a concert that I would kill to see. I don't know how else to put this but I think I'm just failing at life. I sincerely think I'm learning what it is to be depressed. There are times where I am happy then it's like I feel terrible that I let myself be happy and slip back into being sad and having anxiety about everything. I feel like I snap on Jonathan which just isn't fair because I know even if he did the thing I wanted done I'd still find something else I want done. He hates this house and I feel like I'm struggling to make it a home. If this is what adulthood is I want no part in it.
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