I can't even sort through everything going through my head, to put it down... I just want to curl up on my bed and cry. I have chores to do, but what's the point? I live in a camper, it's always dirty, always too cramped, no matter what I do to fix it. I just found out that my aunt is an alcoholic, and I can't tell anyone, because I don't want them to think badly of her; even though I can't think of her the same way now. NOTHING is getting done at my house, because some people would rather go play, than fix the problems and move forward; I'd do everything myself, but I'm pregnant, and can't climb a ladder all day, nor carry a 5 gallon sprayer on my back to wash walls. I could put mud in the holes in the walls, but the walls need to be washed first. I can't put tape on the walls, I don't know how. If I want anything done, I have to do it myself, and because I can't do it myself, it's not getting anywhere.
I give up.
Sorry, I ranted.