I'm done with 2013. Worst year of my life thus far.
If I felt any emptier, I'd be dead. I'm desperately searching for happiness and it's completely unavailable and/or unfindable.
Between the lack of a job, money issues, relationship issues, my husband's job, the health of my animals, and something I'm not ready to talk about... I just can't take it. It's one set of bad news after the other. Like, I literally laugh thinking about how comical some of this shit happening is. How is it possible to be this unlucky?
Sure, we still have our cars and house, at the moment, but fuck. The stress is eating me alive.