I am -    – this close to losing it.

To run screaming from the house.

Honestly.

My sanity is still present enough to realise though, that should I give in, to that primal scream that is bobbing it’s head at the surface of my mind that I may never actually stop, or come back.

So I stay home.

Tend.

Mother.

Feed.

Clean.

Wash.

Cook.

Tend.

Mother.

Feed.

Clean.

Wash.

Cook.

Sleep.

Wake-up.

Repeat.

Repeat.

Repeat.

Repeat.

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What about MY dreams damnit!?

What about MY goals!?

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No one listens.

Or cares.

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At least, that is how it feels right now.

Ever the eternal optimist, I know that tomorrow will be better.

Of course, the problem with tomorrow, is that it’s always that.

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Tomorrow.

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