My therapy

Dear Myself
  I have let myself go in some type of way. When you have kids you try not to let yourself go. Wake up early to put on a little makeup to look alive to your crazy hair..you place up to make it look wonderful but inside all that is a mess you will have to comb out later. Maybe that's just my hair but washing clothes for five people seems alot but it has to get done. wearing clothes that is 2 or maybe 5 years old seems a little ridiculous but I do what I need to do.
  I try not to call myself selfish as I feel like I am far from it but want to be like it once in a while.
  Alot of days I want t o scream to let all my anger out.
  I'm glad and thankful for getting up in the morning to have another shot at life but I feel like I'm slowly dieing. There is nothing exciting happening in my life. I'm just living to get a few pennies in my pocket to only take my kids out once in a blue moon.

  My Therapy of the day..letting some shit out...