For the last two years, this year even more, i feel like a robot, or a soulless mechanism.
Doing things only because they have to be done.
Eat, sleep, **** √ check
House work √ check
Parenting √ check
school work √ check
Hey let’s go out, its Friday and it’s a rule, you have to feel good. Okay, i will go out and smile, just counting hours until I’m back home and cry.
Oh i forgot, stupid Zoloft won’t let me cry
Only thing i care for is how to serve people so everyone’s happy. A robot.
And if people aren’t satisfied and they yell, robot feels like his system should be shut down.