I don't like going to work right now.
I don't like coming home.
My kids are driving me crazy.
I hate looking at myself in the mirror because all I can see is wrinkles, stretch mark, and the fat roll around my waste.
My house is in a perpetual state of needing to be cleaned.
My husband and I can't communicate no matter how much we say we are trying.
I am working on changing my career but am afraid I am getting in over my head.
I have a list of calls to make but can't even motivate myself to make them even though I know I will feel better afterwards.
My friends are either too busy or too far away, or moving away.
I am always tired and feel like I could sleep for days.
So, the next time somebody says "How are you?" and I say, "Fine," this is really what I mean. :(
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