I'm struggling.
Everything is hard. I'm trying to make changes so that I don't feel the need to 'escape' my life. But I am struggling. I want to scream and cry and sleep. I want my house to run itself. I want my husband to support me. I want my child's sweet personalty back, before she turned into a threenager. I want to be able to do my job at work and not have to solve everyone else's problems. I want to dance more because it is my passion. I want to lose this extra 50 pounds that I've been working my ass off and it won't budge. I want politicians to wake the fuck up and do their job. I want to know where the past 10 years went, because i'm suddenly 35, and I don't understand where the time went.
I'm struggling. Why is everything hard.