I'm so sick of my life. I'm sick of being the sole bread winner in my house because my dumbass bf can't find a job. I'm sick of him playing video games. I'm sick of my house being a mess because I'm gone 11 hours everyday and he just barely cleans and usually shoves everything into the closet or makes piles on counters and tables. That's NOT fucking cleaning! I'm sick of my kids fighting and trying to play with the cat all the time, and then it scratches them. I'm sick of my tire going flat because I need all new ones and I can't afford it. I'm sick of not having a radio in my car during my hour commute each way because I can't afford the $45 it costs to fix it. I'm sick of sleeping on the couch because we had to throw out our mattress because of bed bugs. I'm sick of being broke, going hungry to feed the kids and never having any time or money to do anything I enjoy. I'm sick of not having cable. I'm sick of my mom needing me to help her all the time. Now she wants me to pay her rent instead of mine this month because she's facing eviction. She says I can just catch up when I get my tax refund. But I wanted to buy tires, a bed, pots and pans and a kitchen table. I'm sick of cooking in rusty pans that make the food taste awful and eating around the coffee table. I'm just sick of it all.