I’m tired of being me…. I’ve just congratulated a friend on her second pregnancy. One that wasn’t wanted. I’m jealous.
I’m so jealous. I am tired of watching every one around me have a family, and be happy. I am tired of wanting this!
Will I ever become a mummy? That’s all I want. Why must I be broken?
I told my friend congrats but if I’m honest, seeing her news has just put me on a downer for the day!
Life isn’t fair. What did I do to deserve so much badness?
I want to cry so bad….