I don't know why I bother to write stuff like this. I wanted to be a writer once. Actually, I still do. But the stuff I write is so boring. I don't even enjoy reading it myself. And this blog? Another whiney, boring enterprise. I write here just to get it out. Because I don't really have anyone to talk to so this is as good a place to vent as anywhere. No one around to judge or listen.
I stopped writing in my journal years ago because it was so boring, too. I don't care anymore if my children know anything about me. My life has been a very good example of a boring, hum drum and less than average kind of life. Yeah, when this life is over, it will be a relief and I will be soon forgotten. I am of no real significance. And yes, I know it is my own fault, I'm not blaming anyone else for my less than stellar life.
I know Heavenly Father loves me but He doesn't shed much light about any mission I'm supposed to accomplish. So I'm guessing my mission was to bring 6 amazing children to this world. I'm just like some big fat cow. That sums up my life pretty well actually. Produced 6 offspring and I eat all the time. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Too funny. Mind you I don't blame HIM, just more proof of the lack of value or worth that I am.
No one really wants me. That's how I feel most of the time. I feel so badly that I'm a burden on my family. I wish I had enough money that I could go somewhere so I wouldn't be such a burden. Oh well, we'll see what happens.
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