Friday...

Well, another work week coming to a close...nothing exciting there, but I'm thankful for the hours and the pay.

I lay in bed at night and think about this writing business, trying to get past the fact that it's just me writing to myself, seems so strange.

Depression has set in again and I'm really fighting it at every turn.

Going home is stressful. It's horrible to dread going to my own apartment, knowing that stress is abundant, I can feel the tension as soon as I open the back door.

I love my daughter so much but I can REALLY see (when she's living with me) how truly spoiled, selfish and self-centered she is. She really does not have ANY respect for me, my things, or my privacy. If she wants it, she takes it, period. If she doesn't get her way, she actually pouts and gets mad, like she's five instead of almost 27. It's my own fault, I do know that, I just don't know what to do to change things. No, I take that back. I do know what to do to change things, I just don't have the backbone to do it. I still care too much about wanting to be loved, not wanting her, or anyone else that I care about to be mad at me, maybe not love me, to do anything to upset her or them. That sucks.

It's going to be a LONG weekend. I'm hoping I can find something to do so that I don't have to be in the house with them all weekend. That's so sad, to not want to be around your own family.

Crap...