Well… this site is f****** amazing! I’m glad I’m not the only one in this world who feels fucked up and depressed. Everyone around me has more money than they can count and spends all their time worried about their tennis game or what their spoiled f****** privileged kids are doing while I f****** work my fingers to the bone and deal with my a****** husband.. I was doing somewhat OK until my late 30s. I guess my drug binges and constant traveling for corporate job in the 20s masked the deep unhappiness that has finally revealed its ugly head. Or whatever, maybe its just this f****** hot a** city I don’t know. Appearances can be very deceiving. I’m that lady in the line at the store with the kids looking like I’ve got my s*** together when everything is falling to invisible pieces at my feet. I’m that mom at school who smiles and makes conversation with a purse stuffed with Adderall and weed that will be consumed at an alarming rate throughout the day. Its too f****** risky to buy 8 balls now so I get prescribed the pharma speed and then buy extra off a college kid who works for my business. I’m that person you may want to be someday who cries herself to sleep every night. I’m that person who did everything ‘right’ but every bone in my body knows how ‘wrong’ so much of it all is. Now I’m f****** getting old and I have two precious children I .. must not f*** up…. I must be a leader. I must get along with my a****** husband. I must get out of bed. I must, I must , I must.. I’m so f****** tired of it all….. So moral of the story- there is no lesson. there is nothing. sorry, i hate to not at least have something positive to say. but i can’t f****** think of anything right now. y’all be safe…

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