I'm turning into one of those people I hate. You know the ones. They have no kids, no family and they are unhappy and mean all the time.
I feel like I've reached my breaking point and i'm about ready to just give up. I'm not happy...I couldn't tell you the last time I was happy. I mean truely not a care in the world, happy with how my life it happy. I'm sad all the time. I don't care about things that I use to. I use to stitch all the time. I loved it so much. Now all I want to do is throw everything in the garbage. I have no friends, no one to talk with, no one to tell how I feel. No one to help me when i'm ready to give up.
I don't understand my place in the world. I don't feel like I'm here for any reason. I feel like a mistake. Now I know why I'll never have a baby. I'm an ugly, worthless mistake and who would want me for a mother.
All i want is to be happy and to feel loved.