I feel like i'm lost again. There's just so little time that everything i do feels like half-hearted effort. It's so hard though, because when i look back and think about what i've done, i know that this is the best i can do. Does that mean that i'm actually not trying hard enough?
I think about all the strong people out there, and i don't really understand how they do it. By the time i come home and help around it's 9 o'clock. And because it's already so late, so quickly, i can never find time to relax and i end up losing my temper. Some days are better than others though.