I'm really not. Not ok physically. Not ok emotionally. Not ok mentally. Not ok spiritually. In every possible way someone's wellbeing can be ****ed off, mine is. I am even leaning toward having myself deemed totaled. Offering myself up with a salvage title if anyone is interested for their junk yard! ha.

It's that time again. The end of one year, the beginning of a new one. I lived. Made it all the way through, and will now begin the next year of survival. Not living, not finding peace, not reaching the goals I swore I would, and basically learn how to be a happy and independent woman for this second part of life. BUT NOPE. Seventh year in a row that I am face to face with the New year, and the only thing I am bringing to table, is another 12 months of me failing. And I am heading into this...

pretty silly that I can't delete my own blog entries, so I just erased the body of this post and wrote this. lol

Yep, just another day in the life of loving Louie. Yesterday, hell might have been the day before, I got to revisit the afterschool specials in the Louie and Lisa ****show drama. Did not miss that highschool drama the last few months. If I were someone that enjoyed high school like soap operas that basically played out the same tired scene, with minor differences, over and over with no resolve, I would be in the front row with popcorn and happy as a lark. Howver, I am not that someone. The...