In the end

I have that tune in my head.

In the end, it doesn’t even matter.

Tomorrow is the domestics appointment.

My anxiety is high.

I really don’t have to go but if I don’t go, I won’t know anything.

Tonight I drop my girl off at nanas and I’ll be home all alone

I’m pretty upset about B but I can’t help her either. She’s homeless.

She’s also into heavy drugs.

She slept on my couch for 3 days straight coming off meth….

The same shit my girls dad was on.

Nope nope nope nopey no.

I made an excuse as to why she can’t be here and dropped her off w my kids.

I told her I was staying w my mom.

So, nope.

I can’t help her.

I did help her as a kid, and I’m not anymore.