She's losing into drinking and to driving.

[heburb]

If you could lend me a hand-
That'd be great.
I feel like I'm drowning in this filth
I call me life.
When did your smile become fake?
And when did you drift away from me?
You used to be the reason I breathe,
but now you're just the monkey on my back,
The pessimistic dark cloud on my sunny day
Why do I even care that you're not around?
Did all of this come out of hatred?
Or maybe, for some reason,
I started to believe I'm not your doormat
During the day I walk around in an oblivious blissful daze
But at night my mind starts to pounder
And my heart begins to scream
"I miss her."

I'm really stressed.
How am I going to make enough money to pay the bills?
Will Paul ever stop bitching at me?
There's more.. a lots more, but it's too personal.