Woke up tired, as usual.
Sometimes I wish I had loads of energy but I don't.
I'm sure it's just this pregnancy... Let's hope!
I feel weak. I feel broken. I'm not the same person I use to be.
Maybe I never was a person to be... Does that make sense?
Ah, who cares. Or so that's how I perceive life to be.
I need an outlet. I need to stop getting pregnant.
Maybe then I'll be able to live a little more.
After this child, I'll be homebound for a few months
and then, hopefully, I can do my own thing.
