I’m in one of those moods again where every little thing adds up to one huge thing and I just….hate the fucking world.
It’s one of those moods where I want to punch my husband in the face for no reason at all except for the fact that he’s the only one around.
I have no one to talk to except him… No one that’s going to understand how I feel or why I see things the way I do. I feel hopeless and depressed but GOD FOR FUCKING BID I actually say that I someone that matters.
It took me all of a year to tell my supervisor I don’t play well with people who tease me and that it sets me off into attacks of anxiety and stress and that I’ve been taking medication for it and seeing a fucking therapist this whole time.
I’m a woman in a mans world who could care less and they see that and know it and give me more shit because of it. So fuck! Who the fucking hell is going to listen to me or give a damn about what I say?!
And that’s where I am. I have no open options or viable roads that I feel like I can take or are welcome to me.
I fucking hate this life.