Can't Sleep...



I can't sleep. I have no one to talk to. Everyone is busy with their lives. Therefore, the blogger must listen. To sum up my troubles in one word would be to say I'm tired. Tired of always having to swallow shit. Tired of always having to accept things and never having a say so. Oh how I wish that someone could wave a magic wand and make it all better. Who in the hell strives to be a single mother. Murphy Brown was out her damn mind. It's not easy, and it damn sure ain't the right way to have a child. It's something you deal with when shit doesn't work out like expected. I kinda knew I was going to have to do this by myself. Still doesn't mean that shit doesn't hurt. I wish I had a dollar for every time my son's father disappointed me. Wow! I would be rich. Needless to say, that man got issues. All I can do now is try to take care of my son the best way I can. By myself. Now, don't get me wrong, I have some help. But my son needs a father. Why can't his father see that? Didn't he need his father when he was growing up? Why does the cycle have to repeat? Why can't shit go right for me? Just once. Who knows what the future has instore for me. Somehow, I'm not my usual optimistic self. Maybe cause, I'm tired.