I’m so worn down and overwhelmed by life. So tired. So fed up. If I had any back bone I would actually be saying these things to the people they’re meant for… but I’m too broken already. I can’t take the confrontation. So here I am.

R: Screw you, you b****! ‘Too bad’ you say- well too bad you’re such a sorry pathetic excuse for a woman! How about you stop judging me and my family and look at your own freaking broken piece of crap family! your daughter moved ACROSS THE COUNTRY to get away from your sorry a**! I HATE YOU!!!!!!! Leave me alone! I wish I hadn’t even told you what was going on!!

C – So now you’re finding any excuse to be pissed at me? Really? Push me any further and I’m done with you. You make everyone around you miserable. I wish I had the nerve to tell you. But you wouldn’t believe it.

N – I love you. I’m so sorry I’m such a burden. I want you to be happy. That’s all I care about. But I’m weak. I’m screwed up. I’m a pathetic sad sack. I can’t even find the strength to get up and clean. It’s not just because I’m lazy, though I certainly am. It’s because every movement I make feels pointless. I’m so depressed. It’s not your fault. It’s my own fault.