... pointless.
am clearly not cut out for being a parent afterall. cant think of a thing i likle about myself; in fact, i despise it all... theres a thin veneer of 'coping' or realively 'normal' on top... usually anyway, but even thats not there today.
cant handle the constant stabs of misery and self loathing as i fail to hide my misery and snap at my children, my sweet innocent, yet to be royally f*cked-up children... no idea why im posting this, not like ill do anything useful like... well advice can only be, go to doc, get ad's that sort of thing. i know what i have to do. i have to get help. but i well i have to . alternative not good. alternative is to run away and be a drunken bum since im too chickenshit to kill myself or anything.