I’m do tired of everything. I’m tired of pretending to love him when I don’t. I’m tired of being a mother to three teenagers. Two of whom have special needs. I’m exhausted from grad school, I want to spend time with queer people and have fun. I want to get dressed sexy and go out dancing and make out with hot nbs and women. I Want to forget them and run away. I’m so tired of living for everyone else. For fixing everyone else. I want my life. I’ve waited 40 years. I went through hell multiple times to get here. From the sexual abuse in childhood, to the fucking Catholic Church scaring the shit out of me, I want to live now! I want to live! I hate them for holding me back. And I hate myself for hating them.
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