I love getting woken up out of my sleep to be reminded that my reality is bleaker than I tell myself. I love my mom, and I know she just tries to keep me on track, but sometimes she can really stink some s**t up. It just makes me realize I have very few people I can look to for help, and I'm not sure why or how my life became this way.
Maybe I was too trusting? I mean, that was a problem that I had to proactively work on. My boyfriend tries his best to do what he can to help and I always appreciate it, but he has his own responsibilities as well.
In the midst of Hurricane Florence, the weather is the least of my worries. I don't know how I'm going to fix my other lingering issues, but I have a feeling I know the results if I don't and it worries me.
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I chose to leave this journal public to show how every one's life is different, but it's the journey that makes the wolf; not the destination. Feel free to comment or pm me.
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