New year’s eve.  It was supposed to be such a great day.  I had wonderful plans and they failed.  I failed.  I let things fall apart and it was terrible and I put my sweet little girl in a bad mood. Me and her mother argued and were tense with each other and I just did not do a good job of making a good day, like I planned.  And I feel guilty for ( Read more... )

Trying to stay positive and I don’t know how you fuckers do it.  Every day is a struggle to care, but I like to tell myself I am getting stronger.  Who knows ( Read more... )