It is 10:02 p.m. and I am sitting here, smoking cigarettes, drinking a 24 oz. coffee, and just feeling sorry for myself. I’m so tired, so weary of life, and you know what? I’m sick of it! I’m 21 years old, the mother of a beautiful baby girl (14 months old)and there is supposedly so much life ahead of me. I have to get better to take care of my baby Jessie. Forgive my random writing style, my head is so cluttered and I’ve been under the most severe stress. People used to say I had ”potential”, but what is the use in this potential if I never use it? So that is why I’m here. I’m sick of ...   read more