i don’t think i can do this anymore. i’m breaking down now and this is all over. if you don’t give her up you’ll have to give me up. this time i’m serious.

i feel like i’m being a mom to too many people lately. it’s making me really stressed. and even more so because i really am a mom and need to be a mom to my kids first and foremost.

one of my good friends tagged me on her blog, i thought i’d give it a try. i’m going to write 25 needs i have as a survivor and 5 wants…

another night of going to bed alone. is it that difficult to give up 15 minutes for me? boy, that sure makes me feel wanted.

I’m tired of empty words. I’m ready for a life of unbroken promises. I’m ready to wake up

i wish you understood the battle i’m fighting within myself and the front i’m putting on, just so you think i’m okay. just so everyone thinks i’m okay. i can’t break down in front of you

courage, strength, hope, …it’s all there. and you can see it playing in your head.

and it all still feels — i still feel — the same.

they never do. i need to find someone who i don’t have to lie to, or about, to keep everyone happy.

i guess i had my hopes up too high. note to self: keep your hopes down low. my dad always said that there was no reason to be unhappy if you were doing the right thing.

you know, it’ll be your fault. because in this false-reality i am never wrong. do you understand? this may end up in places i don’t want to go.

it seems to be something i can’t control. (somewhat like my newly discovered sleepwalking/talking talents.)