What was I thinking having three kids?
I mean, I love them, but who went and told them they could have their own social lives? 393 more words
of my mind. Memories stored, mostly forgotten now sitting in the dust covered boxes, bins and bags of my life. Some how, along the perilous way, one is able to take the most wrenching, disturbing, offensive, hurtful acts and stuff them into containers and close the lid on them. 39 more words
I feel like my life is falling apart which in no new feeling to me. I have parts of my life and they kind of separate from the others, I compartmentalize a lot; usually there are only a couple of compartments (school, family, mental health). 246 more words