Apr 28, 2011 00:30
I have not felt this bad in quite some time.
I've been struggling to function all week, to work and to write my stories and interview people.
I haven't ever craved my medication the way I'm cravingg it now.
I guess no one becomes a journalist to be liked. But being told that my beliefs are a slap in the face of a reader's dead grandfather is very harsh. Being told that my call for electoral reform showed my lack of integrity and my immaturity is just a low blow. Accusing me of supporting the NDP is just wrong.
Hate mail is harsh.
Especially when pro conservative columns don't get any at all.
It's sad and lonely here and there doesn't seem to be an end in sight.
I don't want to scratch my face off, I just want to cry.
I can't sleep.
My cousin's twins were born today at 5 moonths. They only lived an hour.
My other cousin had a baby in jail a few weeks ago. Social services took the child and gave her to her grandmother, my aunt. Five years ago, when the cousin was 16, she had anotheer baby. My aunt was raising her but now she's trying to give her awat to make room for the new baby.
Why does my aunt get more chances when she already fucked up so badly.