I'm tired of owning one pair of jeans.
I'm tired of being broke.
I'm tired of not having another job that can pay for my wants.
My wanting of new jeans.
My wanting of having a full-tank of gas.
My wanting of new shoes.
My wanting to want to be able to give more.
Its frustrating and I feel helpless.
And my love life is at a stand still..I don't even know abut that anymore. And honestly, I can care less. What will be, will be. However, I still want my own family. I want stability. I want a good man. Maybe it's time accept the fact that I may never have kids. I may never have a husband. I may never have stability.
Maybe I am meant to be one of those women on her own. Maybe I am one of those women who are meant to live with her mother her whole life.
And drive a shitty car.
Have a shitty job
And have a boring life struggling....
I'm confused. I'm okay with being single, that's my problem. I have been single for SO long, I think I forgot HOW TO allow someone back in.
Maybe that's my problem...