I don’t know why I feel the way I do. I don’t know why I even cause some of it to myself. Why I continue to think, feel, dream, etc, the way I do.
Yes I have explained how I feel to my family. The general response is “You aren’t the first one to be cheated on / raise a child alone” of course it isn’t as if they were in my situation.
“Bad” Sarah would get drunk, stoned, party, etc.
Sometimes I feel like people get a kick out of how simple it is to get me into sobby mode. I am sick of people acting like I am out for pity or that I am overly dramatic.
I am at my breaking point. Each day gets worse and worse. I am alone all of the time, yes I have my son, but it is hard to hold a conversasion with a 15 month old heh.
I am not making much sense I know… not even to myself. I just want all of this to get better for me, for Daniel. I just do not know how.
Heh if anyone wants to send me real mail, just ask for my address, sometimes real mail makes my day a bit brighter, probably because of the effort involved? Or just cause real mail is neat heh.