Every morning, I wake up and the first thought in my mind is what in the hell is my purpose? Somehow or another, I always end up fucking something up. I get so damn tired of dealing with people's crap, that I wish I could just f*cking disappear forever. The only thing that I ever did right was my little girl. Now, tell me, what the hell am I supposed to feel when several people in my life keep teling me that I screwed everything up? Apparently, I wasn't thinking, supposedly. I'm just done. Mentally & Physically. I don't know, maybe I'm just over reacting, but sometimes I just don't even feel like living. Anyways, there's my blog. Do with it what you will.
