Depressed
I hate writing negative things, but if I don't then I think I might go insane.
I hate what my life has become here. Every time I think that something is going my way, something else comes up to bite me in the ass. My few friends that are still in Colorado don't even call me anymore to talk to me; they call to talk to my sister or my mom. And to top it off, all I ever hear about is what a burden I am; weather it is financially or using up someone elses precious time.
Thank god for AMC. At least when I'm there I know I'm apreciated. It gives me at least a little time away from the rest of the world.
I hate what my life has become here. Every time I think that something is going my way, something else comes up to bite me in the ass. My few friends that are still in Colorado don't even call me anymore to talk to me; they call to talk to my sister or my mom. And to top it off, all I ever hear about is what a burden I am; weather it is financially or using up someone elses precious time.
Thank god for AMC. At least when I'm there I know I'm apreciated. It gives me at least a little time away from the rest of the world.