I guess I really should start take the depression meds that have been prescribed for me on a regular basis. But for some reason, when I don't feel that they are working like they should, I stop taking them. And then that gets me to thinking. Thinking about the way my life is, and how it got this way.
I am surrounded by people that love me, I know this. But there are times when I become angry, not jealous that these people for whatever reason find others in my life more interesting than me. I can't explain this only to say what I have just said.
Because of my feelings, and not wanting to hurt anymore, this Friday, when it comes to going out, I don't think I'm going to go. I'm not going to prove a point, but because my kids will be here and my roommate's children will be here as well. My roommate has to work, so I figure I will let the other roommate go and have some fun. It's the least I can do.
I guess I am just to the point that I am not satisfied with anything but my children anymore. And I don't know how I can change that. The ones that I thought I could talk to always seem to be too busy for me, or just plain don't respond. So I will continue to plod along and hopefully I will find what I'm looking for at some point in my life.
Love, hugs, kisses, licks and bites to all!!!!
