quite honestly I want a fucking drink and quite honestly I am so sick of having to not escape, always have to take care of the children, clean the house, and deal with all the miscellaneous crap that I do. Pretty much I’m sick of dealing with life on life’s terms, I’m sick of being the one with a mental illness, ashamed of a mental illness and trying to hide the mental illness. But alas, I’ll continue on for tonight because I know no other way. I need a job, I need money, I need my sanity right now and most important I need the love of my children. So I’ll continue fucking trooping on, for one more Friday.