I've been having a "what the fuck is the point" feeling of late. The stress has been building at home and work and I feel like running away. Just wait until payday get into my car and drive west until I hit the ocean. I get no free time to myself. I'm always doing for everyone else and no one dose for me. And time would be fine if I had kids but I don't. I'm taking care of two full grown adults who can't seem to clean up after themselves. Everyday I feel like a piece of my soul dies.

Today saw this cute little thing a the grocery store in horn rimed glasses and a retro Batman shirt and my heat broke a little. "I will nerve be with a woman who looks that good" I thought to myself. I love my girl but I never fucking see her and I am so sick of taking care of her fucking mother.

I cook, I clean, I do the laundry, I do the shopping. I take her mom to all her doctors. I don't get so as a "Thank you honney. You're the best." I feel like a slave in my own home. I deseve daily Blow-jobs for all the shit I do around here.

More and more shit is dumped on me everyday and I'm starting to have panic attacks. Maybe I should see someone about it. Maybe I'm having some kind of life crisis.