Things are getting worse. I'm so unhappy at work, and I'm so unhappy at home. I can't afford to leave.

Our washing machine broke. Which means I'll probably have to go to laundry mats or something. We can't afford a new one, and we can't afford to get it fixed.

It's so hard. I don't know if people get that. How hard it is. I mean, I know there are people who do. But it always seems like I'm alone.

I just keep wishing things will get better, that we'll get lucky. But we never do.