Things always seem down in this life. The moment they start to climb up, something happens that leads to a massive
nosedive, like Fate is out to be a killjoy of sorts.
...The bad isn't what bothers me. It's not being able to talk about it with those around me. The second I do,
I get in trouble for complaining when nobody wants to put up with it.
The problem is this: because of a current medical situation, the things I can do to endure the situation are quite
limited. Constantly on call, having to drop everything just for one single person. No social life because I can't
ever leave the house unless it's to run errands for the family, and even then I have to be back immediately or they
get upset.
...oh well. Guess I should count myself lucky that things are only this bad.