I got a job at CitiGroup.  I'm a student loans collector.  I make decent money.  $12.21 an hour plus commission.  However, I don't want the job anymore.  I didn't realize how hard it was going to be to leave my baby with some random people.  I don't want to leave my daughter a daycare.  I say this as a slap her hand for being whiny.  lol.  Anyway, I don't want to go eight and a half hours a day without seeing her, then another 3 hours while I go to school.  It's too fucking depressing.  Sur...
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   I'm officially poor.  My husband won't give me any money at all and it's super depressing.  I can't even afford some diapers for my fucking daughter.  What am I to do?  God, he's such a douche bag.  What kind of a father doesn't give his wife enough money to buy things for their daughter?  Fine, starve me, whatever.  But when he's bringing out daughter into our petty fights that's when it really starts to piss me the fuck off.  Jesus.
   Well, I've been job hunting like a crazy person.  I n...
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I am [not] kind.
I am [not] a leader.
I am [not] a good wife.
I am [not] smart.
I am [not] thin.
I am [not] organized.
I am [not] calm.
I am [not] abstinent.
I am [not] important.
I am [not] determined.
I am [not] optimistic.
I am [not] focused.
I am [not] beautiful.

But...

I [am] a great mother.
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