It's been damn near impossible for me to find motivation to write. Mostly because I know that I just keep writing about the same things. There is too much going on in my head. I have nothing to write about, which I take as a bad sign because I know there are things I want to say but again, I've said them all before.

It will always be a case of you can do no wrong and I'm the evil woman from hell.

I have a feeling that you did not even talk to your mom and just had another good laugh at my expense/a pity party.

Nothing is ever really efficiently done to calm my fears.