Mornings

I hate the mornings. To be honest, I hate life. Children screaming, you have to wake up. What does the day bring? Bullshit and chaos.

I am happy to get away. Anywhere really. The childrens emotions are too much for me. Whats up with them anyway?

Especially the younger one. He's like the emotions in the middle. Always to be felt. I hate his standards. Now Im too weak to participate in life, really...