Can’t Win for Losing

Can’t Win for Losing

Ever wanna give up?

Yeah… that’s where I am right now. I’m ready to relinquish all responsibilities that aren’t rightfully mine to whomever might want them. I’m tired.

If you read right here: Max’s Blog, you’ll understand what I mean. I’m feeling like… I’m working against myself. I don’t feel it’s my place to have this conversation that will probably never happen with Max’s mom. That’s her mom. She should talk with her. She (Max) already started to put me in my place about saying anything off color to her mother. Which to me means… I really shouldn’t be getting in the way of family. I’m just trying to help. But now… it’ll always be this weird ickyness everytime I step in to do anything. So at this point if what I’m doing doesn’t seem like help…

I’m really at a loss folks. I’m tired. I’m burnt out. I didn’t sleep this weekend. It’s 11:34PM and I’m still at work… I have a shitload of freelance to do to pay for my own wedding and now I have static.

I won’t cry. I swear I won’t do it.

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