Striving

I hate arguments, I hate confrontations. I'm going to be pretty broke when my credit card bill comes in for the coming month. But I'm just thankful that no one was hurt, well except for the poor car.

Sometimes it's hard to live up to people's expectation of you. They want you to be strong, to be authoritative, to be assertive, to be caring, to be thoughtful. Yet throughout my 25 years of existence, I've been anything but that.

I do not know what I want to be. What I want to do.

You said life will be fine without money. but think about it, how long will we remain happy together surviving on bread and water only? I do not even want to think about it.

I think I'm getting tired, very tired of striving to be someone I am not.