I am married with a 7 year old.  I dress cute and wear makeup to pretend like I care about myself.


In all reality I am miserable and want to go play in traffic.  God forbid I mention to my family that maybe I should go to a psych hospital.  People in my family aren't allowed to be different.


I want to pack my **** and run.

nightismycompanion nightismycompanion
26-30, F
Jan 24, 2010