Life is getting more discouraging as time goes on. I hate these words coming out of my mouth but I am now having moments where I am upset with God...
Is that even okay?
I can't take seeing my mom in pain anymore. We are trying our best for her to not be in pain but it just seems like it is getting worse and worse. I don't feel like my brother is pulling much weight around the house, which leaves mean frustrated. I am tired.
There are little moments when I leave the house to go out for a bit but I am just worried the whole time. How can I get away when I know my mom is laying there in pain. I HATE it. Why??? Ugh!!! There are so many moments where I am panicking inside because I am afraid that something will happen to her when either my brother or I is not home.
The days just seem to get longer and longer.

To top it off I lost a $100 bucks at work tonight. Somehow when I did my check out I gave someone the wrong money and no one confessed to taking it. So now I am even more short on money. This month is just fabulous.