The sometimes profane personal diary of a flight attendant with Social Phobia, Depression, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, and Suicidal Tendencies. Good times.
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
The previous post may be the core of most of my problems. If I got results in return for my efforts I could create the life I want for myself, and I wouldn't feel so powerless in the face my destiny. My destiny may be to be a poor, uneducated single mother, but it's not the one I want.