Yuck
I hate my life, or could you already figure that one out? Do you have one of those lives when everyone around you is negative and yells at you and tells you they wish you were dead? I do, and quite honestly, I am sick of it. I fantasize all of the time about taking all of my money out of the bank, buying a train ticket and leaving. Leave my children, my dogs and all of my possesions to my husband. "Here, this is how much I love you, dear." "Do whatever you want with my stuff. You could probably get some good money for my guitars and you could burn the rest of it." I definately would head south because this cold weather wears on a person after awhile. I'm not sure how far south I would head though. I could get a job working in some stupid place, doing some stupid thing and make crappy money. I don't eat that much anyways and I learned years ago that pasta is cheap and fills you up, so does a potato. Instead I keep plugging along, waking up each morning to the screaming and yelling and verbal abuse. I wonder how long my prison sentence will be? And I wonder what I have done to live such a life and how can I change it?
