#easy to replace

[aleesabella]

Michaela Angemeer

[books-coffee-and-the-woods]

Tragic bookend incident

[fourthapprentice]

i’m what the kids call…... expendable 😉

[gotmorepoisonthansugar]

Why is everyone in here so fucking hot, and I'm here all ugly AND invisible 😫😓😭

[unicupide-blog]

It hurts so much that i’m replaceable

[aeroknot]

any tumblr magic posts out there spreading good mojo to get your lost or stolen items returned to you?

[my-leo-obsessions]

I guess this could be a note...

I've been realizing lately what an abject failure I am. It's been hard tonight not revert to the old vices - at least the ones I have access to. I have pondered, quite literally had the pills in my palm, downing a good number of Soma or Ultram washed down with a couple glasses of my favorite wine. I bought new nose studs today only to feel guilty because I have hundreds of thousands of credit card debit and loans I can't pay. My business account is overdrawn because of a underhanded client I trusted. I have next to nothing in the bank and I have a beautiful daughter I can't support. My husband is content - he works in his dream career, has all the excitement of the 50th year of Doctor Who and free time to do what he wants. My business is struggling, I pretty much work 20 hours a day, and can't pay most of my bills. My heart aches (physically feel sick) when I think about the fact I will never do what I love for a living. That I will never be identified for me only someone's wife or mother or daughter or sister. I think about how much ambition I had, how much I wanted to make a difference, and how much I've failed cheering everyone else on. I have no cheerleaders. I am alone except when people need me to do something for them. I am lost and screaming for help and no one cares. No one hears. I accept being a loser, and now I say good-bye.