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4everDifferent
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It's been a long time since I've ever taken the time to write out the stuff that's been going on in my life, perhaps too long. I work two jobs Sunday through Friday totaling 70+ hours a week and I don't make enough money to get my own place and support two kids without moving to the ghetto. I'm going back to school in August and fear that with working two jobs it'll only further tear me apart until there's nothing left for my kids but the disappoiment that their mother makes me out to be.
I had acquaintances when I was younger and two guys I called friends. These were the guys that respected me and we did pretty much everything together, but when my kids were born, they disappeared. My friends are nowhere to be seen and though I'm surrounded by family because I'm forced to live at my parents house, I feel so alone.
I've always said that my worst fear was heights or something else rediculous like that, but I've come to figure out that my worst fear, my nightmare is disappointing the people that mean the most to me. I've not heard the words 'I'm proud of you' for sometime now from someone I hold dear. I only hear about the things I'm not doing right.
I'm sorry I can't buy you a house where we can raise our family. I'm sorry I come home tired and don't always get done the things you ask me. I'm sorry that you feel like you do everything alone. I'm sorry that the this I touch just fall apart.
I had acquaintances when I was younger and two guys I called friends. These were the guys that respected me and we did pretty much everything together, but when my kids were born, they disappeared. My friends are nowhere to be seen and though I'm surrounded by family because I'm forced to live at my parents house, I feel so alone.
I've always said that my worst fear was heights or something else rediculous like that, but I've come to figure out that my worst fear, my nightmare is disappointing the people that mean the most to me. I've not heard the words 'I'm proud of you' for sometime now from someone I hold dear. I only hear about the things I'm not doing right.
I'm sorry I can't buy you a house where we can raise our family. I'm sorry I come home tired and don't always get done the things you ask me. I'm sorry that you feel like you do everything alone. I'm sorry that the this I touch just fall apart.