Over

I am sick of this crap. Sick of feeling like I am the world's biggest fuck up. I know I am, and I fucking hate the feeling. The road to end this feeling seems so far away and I'm crawling like a little baby to reach it. Evan has damaged me. I thought I'd seen it all and faced the pain and was starting to get immune. But, nope. There was one more jab to spike into my already  bleeding broken heart and to want me to leave this world. And now I am living with it. I fucked up as a daughter. I fucked up as a wife to Russ. I fucked up as a sister. I'm a fucked up friend, and a truly fucked up girlfriend and a partner. Im still a fucked up wife along with being a fuck up as an employee, I am a fucked neighbor, and am a fucked up human. I now admit........I AM A FUCKED UP STEP MOTHER but worst if all....I gave myself a fucking bullshit title of being g a great mom. God, what a fucking idiot I am. I am done. I'm looking for my white towel. I want to throw it in the ring and say audios. The bell needs to ring. The referee needs to call it. 3.2.1. OUT. Ding Ding Ding. Maybe 2017