Tired...

Tired of working.
Tired of getting no sleep.
Tired of being a single mother.
Tired of crying.
Tired of being alone.
Tired of being judged.
Tired of lies.
Tied of paying bills.
Tired of working and not getting any decent money.
Tired of relying on folks.
Tired of daycare.
Tired of my son's father and all his bullshit.
Tired of lies and excuses.
Tired of "friends."
Tired of being depressed.
Tired of getting up every morning to the same empty bed.
Tired of reality.
Tired of being tired.

Physically, mentally and emotionally drained.
I just want to sleep and not wake up until my whole world is different.

Tomorrow is my Birthday!...

Whoa, 30 years old. Now, that's scary. I'm trying not to be depressed. I'm not ready to be 30. I'm not young anymore. I feel like it's all down hill from here. No more twenty something. I've officially been here 3 decades. All of a sudden, I have to come to grips with aging and mortality. I'm not looking forward to it one bit.