what if I just died?

My kids wouldn't miss me. They would be happy.

They hate me.

What if I just took a bunch of pills, or slit my wrists, or crashed my car on purpose?

Their lives would not be worse. Their lives would be better.

I love them so much. They don't care. They just think my soul purpose is to make their lives miserable.

What a great fucking time I picked to try to be a strong, independant woman.

My mom wants me to succeed. I want me to succeed. My friends want me to succeed.

My kids want me out of the picture.