Broken Glass Park
I Live In A Constant State Of Fear & Misery...
Yesterday I was just physically tired. Today I am mentally tired. I got to work with the nice people yesterday (thank God) and today it's the assholes. Yesterday, there was one asshole my last hour of work, but whatever. I am awake enough to handle these fuckers.
I am constantly angry, depressed and I do my best to be numb to it. The reality I've had to accept would make anyone want to turn to drinking and/or drugs. I have turned to drinking, sometimes.
I truly, truly hate my life and there's nothing I can do to change it. I can't bring my husband back from the dead and other people just dont care about me at all as I've seen time and time again.
I need to be able to mentally escape all this, somehow.