:kickingmyself: :crying: :veryangry: Pretty much sums up how I feel, and have done the past couple of months.
There's nae joy in ma life - aside from getting outta the house, and away from the shitehole town I live for a couple hours once or twice a month. That, if I'm lucky.
Otherwise, it's just this empty, boring, dreary f**kin' existence. Same ol' routine - from day to day. My mum telling me what to do, what not to do. Discouraging me for no reason, whatsoever. Telling me I'm always wrong.
Whinging and complaining, as if I'm supposed to huv a shred of sympathy for this wummin when she starts ranting about how shit HER life is. As I should feel sorry for her inability to overcome her own issues. But she makes everything about herself. Zero consideration for me, what I want or how I feel. So... :idontknow: