Lost it on twitter

Life is a boat


I'm losing it.

I ate two chilly dogs today. It just seemed to fuel my grief.

I read a politicians election bid talking how the government needs to take care of the poor and fix snap! 

I lost it.

I vented at him.

I said how my snap now that mom is gone is around $24.00 a month and how in 3o days the utility's are going to shut off then 60 day's later the bank will be forcing me out of my home for the last 30 years after 20 years of devoting my life to caring for my dad a disabled Korean war veteran and then my mother.

I asked:

Have you ever changed your mothers depends?

Have you ever used a syringe to drip water into your dying mothers mouth hoping for just one more day?

You politicians need to remember that I'm a person too!

I'm sorry I was so abrupt.

I went to mom's room and cried.

I miss my mom and I don't think I'm going to survive this.

How can I when my heart is gone?

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