I Hope This is Just PMS

It's been one of those days for the last thirty three years. I am a lifetime of unrealized potential and unfulfilled prophecies. The things that float around in my head are so amazing, but making them a reality seems next to impossible. I find myself being bitter and jealous as I watch those who have no real talent succeed and live the life I can only grasp hold of in my daydreams. Trust fund babies who suck the right dicks, ass kissers with their Minnesota nice cliches' making the connections I fail at because the simplest things are a struggle. I know I am good, damn goood, but I am also brutally honest and piss off the wrong people. It's not that I burn bridges, I just don't build them. Things that for most come so easily are such a struggle for me. Things like getting out of bed. I spend my day changing diapers and cleaning up after babies while pretentious film school dropouts are flying all over the country shooting films with thier parents' money. I come home so exhuasted that figuring out what to eat for dinner drains all of my creative juices. I see people producing such shit, and I know I could do better, but I don't even attempt. Maybe this is me just feeling sorry for myself again or maybe I am just being brutally honest.