Thread Hanging

I am tired. I find myself saying “I can’t do this anymore. I just can’t do this.” The only problem is, when you are a parent, the words fall on deaf ears. Nobody can help you and you can’t really do anything that shows the desperation (not depression) you feel.

Maybe I should run away.

How can something you love so much make you so tired?

I think “I can not wake up tomorrow and do this again. I don’t see how I can do it.”

I secretly hope he’ll stay home from work.

And then, I wake up, after a night of little sleep because she wakes up. I will make the eggs while in my pajamas. And, I will go on, all the while thinking “I can’t go on.”


Zero is actually the lonliest number.

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