April 3, 2010
For this job I really need to keep my sense of humour. Unfortunately, same said sense disappeared a long time ago, along with my energy. Evaporated. I am the eldest bitch daughter from hell. Not only am I the bitch, I am the one who does not cope anymore. The one who wants to howl like a wolf when I have to change my momís soiled diaper. The one who wants to fall into bed by seven in the evening. The one who drags herself through every day, simply wishing that it were all over. Humour? Long gone, baby.