Just ground down by life

 The daily grind has got me down. Depressed as my sadists chronic illness reminded me of this same grind I'd get on with Rhiannon. A combination of sterile lights and conversation to the loss of dignity your loved ones experience when they are just trying not to die of poverty.

Reminds me of why i was so relieved to have Anita in the first place. I get tired of all eyes on me on always having to be the sensible one, reliable... i make it work.

I'm so tired and in the end there's no one but me to do the work that needs to be done.

I miss you all. I hate being the poor relation when i work so fucking hard.

Guess that's my karma this time around.

Pardon my little pity party.