Friday

Word to the wise: if you are having kids, you must be able to deal with them, no matter what special needs they might have. My mother is angry with me because I've been telephoning her too much. I am very ill, both physically and mentally, and I have nowhere else to turn. Profuse vomiting is unpleasant enough, but in my mental state, I could very well just give up. Nevermind that my brother talks to us like we are lower than dirt- he's studying for the bar, and must be catered to and coddled. I realize everything would be better for everyone had I never been born, but it's not my fault. I didn't ask to be crazy and sickly. They tell me I must not kill myself, but isn't that the only way to solve the problem?