Am I alone?
There are times when I grow weary of this world. People are just so bad mannered. And others, like my family are always giving me their opinions on what they think about me/my life/what they think I should be doing. My mother is top of this list. Honestly, she is always criticising, yet she is the last person who should be finding fault with anybody. She is such a nag. Today, it was about my weight. Yes, I have been stressed. Yes I have lost some weight. No, I am not happy about it. I went downstairs in PJ pants and a t-shirt and she began attacking me until I just wanted to cry. I am trying to gain weight back. I eat 3 meals a day and two of those shakes that invalids drink. There are times like today, when I want to hang a "do not disturb" sign on my bedroom door, and lock myself away for an hour or two, to recharge. I didn't sleep well last night, only about 2 hours, and I want to kill someone right now!