I know... you're tired of this...
But guess what?... So am I!
Just when I think that I'm fine and I am doing well, I have to psyche myself up and trek that melancholic road that seems to be longer than the Beatles' long and winding road.
Please... just this once... allow me to talk shit (you can walk away now if you want to)
I hate the fact that when I am anxious and depressed, I have no one I can talk to.
That being the case, I just have to suppress it.
I know it's not healthy, but what can I do?
I am fine.
I've been telling myself that, and I will take care of my life and take care of the kids.
I'm the only one they have now
and I hate that!
People say I'm strong... yeah right, some strongman I am... who always sulk in the corner and drowns himself in self-pity at the slightest hint of rejection, failure and frustration
I can't deliver
I am making a fool of myself
damn it! I'm not making sense again!