Today I feel like I can't do it anymore.

What good is self pity? No good...But I'm ill, tired, hurt, and lonely. I feel like I can't do this another day. There is never enough sleep, enough love, enough companionship, enough time, and yet every day is 24 hours too long. I feel like I'm failing my children and myself with this attitude but I'm just unbelievably sad.

I wonder every day if I've done the right thing and when my time will come...I'm not strong enough to do this alone. I know I can't. I know I can't do this alone for much longer...