I can't go to work.
can't get gas.
Cant have taco bell.
Luckily the boy's dad's house has power,
so i get to spend mass amounts of time with him, and take showers.
Why do I settle?
Sometimes I just want to scream SHUT THE FUCK UP, a the top of my lungs. Can't wait until we can have our house to ourselves again. Sometimes I just…
Sometimes I feel like I'm doing everything wrong. Is this really what it's supposed to feel like?