I don't want to go anywhere, or do anything. My dreams are so bad I'm beginning to hate my bed and sleeping, which is bad, as that was my last remaining enjoyable thing. The medical marijuana makes me dizzy before I fall asleep, and I don't want to feel that way.
I have no job, 2 members to my family, and they are in-laws, not even my own family, I have one friend that I NEVER see, and another acquaintance that WILL visit, but not if I'm feeling bad this way. No children, no house, precious little to enjoy and call my own and be proud of. And, apparently, PMS from Hayell...
If not for the love of my husband, who I KNOW will outlive me by 25 years based on genetics, let alone health, I would be eating lead already. But he doesn't love me or trust my health enough to let me get a dog, service or otherwise, to have as a helper and companion when he's gone.
Happy birthday, beyotch.




