it is feeling too hard.
I am fed up with my apartment, I am tired of being anxious about the baby's health. I am fed up of Papa being anxious about everything and working non-stop from morning till sleep - I mean why is he getting so tired and then is too exhausted to do the hard things. I am sick of asking for so much help just to do things most people will have their partners do. I am frustrated that I haven't been able to buy a house yet.
I totally understand the feeling that people feel when they just want to walk out of their lives. Where are my people? where are my people? even mummy is asleep in the middle of the night right now.
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