And I'm sorry, but I'm just not feeling Woodmas this year.
Maybe it's my bipolar disorder talking, but I'm just feeling extrrrrremely sad and depressed lately.
It has to do with my family. I don't feel like they care about me at all anymore. I mean, I do sooooooo much for my kids, for my daughters, and for Natasha. I do so much! I care about them and I care about how they are. But do any of them care AT ALL about how I feel, about how I'm doing, and do any of them do anything for me? Very little to not at all.
I guess I'm just feeling unappreciated.
At work. At home. Everywhere.
Ehh. I'll be fine. Maybe it's just my bipolar flaring up like a bug bite.
Or maybe my family should actually respect me.
I'm just going to sit here and be depressed for a while.
Don't mind me.