Mar 21, 2015
every day is a fucking struggle. I can't say anything to you without some sort of backlash. I can't open my mouth without being wrong. nothing I do or say is right, nothing I do or say is good enough. and part of me SCREAMS that I can't keep doing this, but another part whispers, what are you going to do? you can't provide for your daughter the way he can? so I sit. and I cry. and I feel useless and worthless. and lonely. and pathetic. all so she can have everything she wants and needs. what the fuck happened to my life. what went so wrong for me to decide I need to love people who only want to hurt me and tear me down. what the actual fuck.
