I give up. I've had enough of all of this. I've reached the end of my rope with everything. I'm tired of trying to sell our condo. What does it matter we've lost the house we wanted. Granted no one else has bought it yet (at least not that we know of) but it will be gone before we ever sell our condo.
I'm tired of trying to have a baby. What made me think that anyone would want me as their mother. I've just come to the conclusion that I'll die alone and that on one will care.
I know something is wrong with me. I can just be sitting at my desk at work or at home and I'll just start crying. I can't get anyone to help me though. I can be in a room full of people and feel so utterly and completely alone and unwanted.
I won't be back here. I can't see the point. Bye.