crap
so moved....same town different street......same shit different day.....i don't know when i started being depressed about my life but i can now say that i am.....problems at home problems with the home and i never get time to myself.....is it wrong to say i just wish i could leave?....dot dot dot kissmy ass i like the dots....run down of a typical day not that anyone cares.......................................8am i get woken up by a screaming baby 10am she goes back to bed and so do i 12pm i get woken up again by the same screaming baby and i feed her what ever she'll eat that particular day and watch a movie i've seen 50million times 2ish she goes back to bed for a nap and so do i about this time jason wakes up so i never actually get to go to sleep he says nothing to me and i say nothing to him but get irritated at the lack of communication 4pm he gets ready for work and arika is usually awake by this time and we play games like where is the "booga" and bounce bounce bounce 430 jason goes off to work sometimes i have to drive him but not often at this point i am now home alone with an 8mo old who likes to scream for fun(seriously) she goes to bed at 6pmish sometimes 7 sleeps till 11 wakes up to be fed and then goes back to bed till 8am inbetween this time i have nothing to do just sit around and contemplate the meaning of my existance and why i'm in this fucking state of which i have not foud the answer to either question i just found more damn questions about 10 ish i go to bed and i'm usually awakened at 4 by my screaming angel and then again at 515ish by jason comeing home................................no one cares about my life events and guess what i don't care that you don't care...i have more to write i just haven't figured out where to start...cause i know someoneout there is gonna say TOLD YA SO and then i might have to shoot them