Cyn

My job is a joke, that I'm too old to be doing and making absoutely No money, and no fucking difference.

My friends have long forgotten I exist already, and that's not saying they didn't try. They all did. Every invite I turned down, and you can only invite a ghost for so long.

My family is completely broken already. My grandmother is all that's left trying to hold the pieces, but she looks towards the bright future of death even more than me I fear and will probably be only jealous I went first.

My kids are old enough where they don't need me, nor do they want me in their lives, and that's not saying anything bad about them, I just wasn't the type of mom they should have had. I'm not a mom that will be missed.

I'm empty, and I've been running on empty for too long. I truly feel like there isn't anything else I can do and that I am being a burden by just existing. I hate being the dark rain cloud ruining everyone's day in whatever company I'm in.