Poor me right? Poor us. Poor us for everything thats happened to us right? As my husband so nicely points out to me, my shit doesn't stink anymore than anyone else's. I'm a raging bit@$ today. Am I on the right meds? Doesn't matter. What matters today is, getting through my work day without yelling at another person, thats what. Poor me. I dare someone to start in with me though. Like my husband. Cause everything is my fault. Like I told him last night, I'm used to it, grew up my entire life believing that so nothings different. There. Yes I'm angry but only at myself.