Courtney
It seems as though it's been forever since I've written. I don't have anything to say. Just saying I'm alive. I've been playing keyboard a lot lately. Helps me focus. I've never played an instrument, ever. I can't read music, at all. And I've started by learning Fur Elise. :) I'm not ambitious at all. However I will say I'll never be able to play it all, I can do the first part, and that makes me happy.

Tonight I am exhausted. I feel as though I haven't slept in weeks. Probably because I haven't. There is so much going on, and I'm just... exhausted. I want to go to sleep right now, but that goes against my religion:) I feel like I'm robbing myself of something if I go to sleep before midnight. Alone time. Time to be just me. IDK. Something. Anyhow. I am alive. I'm feeling kinda yuck and exhausted, and seriously battling depression, but I'm still fighting. I need a break. I'm frustrated by everything. Everything! I have no patience with my kids, and I'm just so irritable. I need a vacation, and I don't think that will be happening any time soon.
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